h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

The other night a friend and l got lost trying to find a club where someone we used to know from school, whom we thought was dead, actually, due to a nasty and malingering heroin habit (alleged)was to play electric bass, at which he is more than completely incredible. Anyway. We got lost, needless to say, and wound up in the back streets of the city of Annapolis, circling dementedly on a roundabout (which as a rule we don't have in Amerika)because neither of us knew how to behave at a roundabout, and how to drive when faced with one, circling endlessly laughing and proclaiming, "l feel so European!"
Which she is, but l'm not. lt's fun to hear people argue in lcelandic on pay phones.
Which we did later, calling our pedophile friend's voicemail at one thirty in the morning, counting "one, two, three..." under our breath, and then singing "We've beeeen driiiin-kiiing!" into the reciever, which we hadn't been, but you couldn't tell that.
And we saw Justin play, and he was naturally incredible, even though he wasn't wearing a dress this time. He doesn't so much play the bass as let himself be played by the bass...
And then there was an incident involving several questionable pictures taken in an abandonned church parking lot, birthday candles, snack foods, apparent prostitution, and a dropped cigarrete lighter.
And a cop car.
But no sangria this time.