DJ Rhino’s Crest of New Wave Night at The Orange Peel on Saturday night was a blast. I now know specifically which 80’s tunes you just can’t dance to (even though they sound like you can). The Marbles got together for egg nog (or negnog as it’s now lovingly referred to) and some good eats yesterday. Late in the evening I hit rock bottom. Rock. Fuckin’. Bottom. Specific details won’t be forthcoming because I am going to be stuck down there for a while. Be warned: Further posts (for the next day or so at least) may become vague and be filled with tons of self-loathing and hatred.