The parking lot was a full-bore clusterfuck when we arrived on Cannery Row for the Dynamites show around quarter of nine, leading us to surmise that our alcoholic asses might not actually know what day or time it was. (We woke up in a love seat at the How I Became the Bomb house earlier that day, and who knows what sort of ascot-bedecked atrocities they had committed while we were unconscious.) Ends up we were at the right place and right time after all, but there was an event downstairs that wa
