We thought about it, but I don't want her driving while holding, just in case she gets pulled over by a cop with a good sense of smell.
But as soon as I'm back home and have rubbed down our kitty kats to say hello, I'll be rolling a mighty joint as big around as my pinky finger and finishing off as much of it as I can handle, then will cook myself a tenderloin and baked potato the wife will be picking up the day before, stuffing my pie hole with said dinner, and then playing my poor, neglected bass for all it's worth during a rousing rendition of "2112" (with lots of mistakes as I'm sure my fingers won't be quite up to snuff after a 2 week break from playing).
Seeing all the beautiful bud pR0n hereabouts has me stoked to get toked!