I should've written this yesterday - when the few remaining memories of it where fresh in my head. Today, all the accounts blend into one big, albeit broken, timeline. What I do know, is that I was at the Gogol Bordello concert and shortly thereafter, in my drunken state, almost (did?) paid $4 for a hot dog. G44 was there: Adam, Chopper, Joe and myself. On the way to the concert, I ingested 3 beers and downed many a sip off the communal flask. Someone lost their shoe(s). I think Adam's glasses spontaneously shattered into 14 pieces.
Anyways, it was a good time and nice to be (drunk) in the company of the old roommates. hic.
