While I’m sure there are superior methods, texting “party?” a few days before visiting someone’s area has the possibility to be quite a bit of fun! I crashed on the floor of Madam President (soleh) and her vice president and assisted in carting many trolleys of alcohol to the Boiler Room party space over a historic bridge and what seemed to be quite a historic trolley as well. I attempted to fulfill the rest of my volunteer duties as a bartender and ameature photographer.

No need to set a morning alarm clock… The presidents air mattress has a perfectly timed leak that leaves you flat on the floor by morning, ready for the days adventures. Lured by the 3:15 start time of a too good to go “global buffet” pickup, I set off in a sort of random direction. My audiobook, “The Meaning of Your Life”, concluded just before my earbuds died. While insightful, I do wonder if figuring these things out might be part of the game of life. But maybe it’s not so meta. I would read it again in 10 years maybe and see if I feel any different.

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