Party like a rock star or don't party at all. I took that to heart last night. Not that I am a rock star, but I did some weird rock star things. I drank half of 26oz vodka before I went to the big party at the Guvernment. I Rocked out to Sam Roberts, whom was quite small. I dwelled on that a lot last night making sure that everyone near me knew. After that I tried to get closer to the front and was accosted by evil short people who tried to pull me down from behind. I had no choice but to retreat to the bar. After that the whole night pretty much lost all concept of time until we were ready to head to the hotel. Fights with the cabbie over street meat proved useless and we were forced to hit the corner store for food. I bought a huge water, and butter tarts. Why butter tarts? I have no idea either. I promptly deposited them in the street along with much of the contents in my stomach and then curled up in bed.