Whoa nellie, even in the first week of December, midtown Manhattan was packed tight with Christmas people, all moving slowly up and down the sidewalks and smiling in all directions. That night we ended up at some bar just having a few beers and relaxing, which really was amazing. The floppy-haired dude in the middle of the last panel is Brandon Boyer, who is somehow in every city I ever go to, always smiling, always friendly, always with six pounds of hair in his face. I love that guy. There was a fratty group of partiers in the bar with us, who seemed maybe a little dizzy but friendly enough, but suddenly one of the ladies slapped the dude she was talking about right in the kisser! And threw her drink in his face! Or maybe just the drink, or both. It was so long ago now. Anyway, it was great–the dude seemed as surprised as the rest of us, booze dribbling down into his drunk crossed eyes. Memories!