Name the time and we'll go. Jo would probably want her awful music, but we'll blare the good music until we can't hear her or we convert her to Classic rock, whichever happens first. I'll even give you shotgun, jo will ride in the back.
Talking to Sam can be a recipe for a migrain, speaking from experience. If you decide somewhere between side one of my metallica tape and side two that you need someone with half a brain to talk to...I'll be in the driver's seat.