Project MERCATOR
To-night's outing was meant to take place yesterday & consist of Torchburgers & a pint with Red Patton, a simply yet classic & delightful ritual. By the time I left to-night, our party consisted of nearly a dozen souls, the Torch was so loud that conversation was all but impossible, & the crush of bodies produced a heat that punished even the fit & the thin. What was meant to be the breaking of bread with a good friend became a warm up for to-morrow's rager, an all-night, no-holds-barred blowout to welcome the not-yet code named Kris back to America after a year spent studying abroad in Poland. One of the central tenets of MERCATOR is that I'm far more likely to regret staying in than I am to regret going out, but that doesn't mean that I never regret going out.