After a long afternoon of santas, zombies, rain, and then the nicest hot shower I've taken in awhile, I met up with Justin and Lucy at his place down the street. He welcomed me with a PBR and then it was off on the 22 to Bottom of the Hill where there was a punk show. Several Guinness later we found ourselves waiting forever for the 22 to show back up after unsuccesfully trying to ride Justin home. (We crashed spectacularly in the middle of the intersection). One of the photos is of Justin laying on the sidewalk waiting for the bus. He assured me this was not out of the ordinary, but Lucy demonstrated how easy it might be for someone to accidentally step on him. On the way home Lucy and I stopped for pizza at Mythic Pizza and somehow managed to consume it walking uphill back to Justin's place.