I'm alive and well. Honestly I don't remember how much Vodka I consumed two days ago. Upon convening at the threshold of Tepchaultijiano we pounded a good 6-7 rounds in less than 30mins, then went to the show where I walked in with $140, out with $30 and some change wtf?!?! I woke up the next day with a hole in my jeans, a gash on my forehead, and a stubbed toe. I remember a couple zzzzzzar she blows banditos dressed up in buccaneer garb in homage to Alestorm*, perhaps I was held captive at the point of a cutlass for my golden strudel?
Anyhow, I'm off to a farewell soiree. A buddy is moving from L.A to New Jersey of all places.
*Poorest support act I've seen since Sonic Syndicate opened for Katatonia.