Designated driver/walker. So, in the last post I mentioned you were a bit tipsy after Saturday's second show. I was being kind. Jason, you were so drunk when I saw you on the street that I was worried you may fall over if you walked more than a block. Unfortunately for you, I was so hopped up on happiness at having met you THREE times that night that it wasn't until I was 2 blocks away that I realized you may have needed someone to walk you back to your hotel. Perhaps if I had been an R.A. in college I would have been more on top of things. Well, I tossed and turned all night, partly from excitement and partly from genuine concern about your well-being. I desperately hope that some skanky groupie didn't take advantage of your inebriated state, lead you back to her place, and convince you to leave something other than your heart in San Francisco. The moral of the story is this, Jason: if you plan on getting wasted while in an unfamiliar city, please make sure you have someone waiting in the wings to walk or drive you home. Preferably that someone will be me, but I won't be too picky when it comes to your safety.
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