what the fuck happened?

Holy shit, I'm home! How did I get here? I love when my day starts like that. Went with Rev to Sidewalk to see Milk Kan (actually, it was just Simon, aka "Scrappy Hood", solo). We were joined by Lopi, Dodge, Brer, Kat, Monica & Humphrey, Prichard, Mike Amato and Michele Carlo. We took up about 3 tables in the showroom, where we camped out through a few opening acts of varying levels of goodness and drank. And drank. And got shusshed a lot. And whiled our time chatting with Simon and sending text messages back and forth between tables. Simon went on at about 11ish (they are remarkably punctual at Sidewalk) and did a short set, maybe 30 minutes or so.... after which most of us staggered over to Dodge's. Somehow Rev, Simon and I got seperated from the others and decided we should stop in at a bodega for beer, since we didn't know if the others would be buying some (No, it never occured to any of us to use our cell phones to call the other group). We walked out with a keg of Heineken, which we lugged up to the Dodge-Mahal, where the others were waiting. After that.... uhh... I remember there was a fair amount of drinking beer out of jars, there may have been some dancing, I smoked a cigarette or 2. And then I was home, and it was Saturday! Like magic! and...oooff... food calls. As does the gym. laterz.