After the bar closed I decided to take an inpromptu tour of the ice roads and the whole road building thing...Alvin kindly drove me someplace and let me motivationally speak to the workers via CB (which was basically me just saying "harder, faster, more" which was greated by lots of "fuck off Catherine") but I suppose it was about 4am and some drunk lady gabbling to you would not be good.
I seem to remember singing lots of Meatloaf and REO Speedwagon on the way home. Its all good