No I did not drive there. It is where I had left my car before dinner.
I had enough sense to wear my seat belt. But apparently not enough to actually go into Nims's house to sleep.
How I got there is a long and somewhat unexplainable story. Something to do with several lost and/or forgotten cell phones.
Let us look examine the clues:
There was late lunch drinking at Paragon...
Followed by beautification at Nimisha's...
Followed by a failed sushi dinner (there was an hour wait for sushi)...
Which resulted in heavy drinking on empty stomachs and a semi-inebriated search for food...
...and an impromptu pizza party...
...and the incredible discovery of a bottomless tray of buffalo chicken at the Young Alumni Tent...
Followed by the not-so-secret free drink table...
And early signs of tiredness...
And a search for some of our favorites...
And then some more...
And some requisite flailing on the ground (possible cause of one lost phone).
This was followed by lost-ness in a sea of dancing smartpeople.
And finally, varying degrees of auto-piloting which, for me, included a stop at Antonio's...
Which leads us back to our end result -
Me.
Asleep.
In my car.
Seatbelt on.
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