update, Twitter style:

- back in town... Chuck's picking me up for the party
- made it to the Biltmore, ankle is still f'd up from the fight last night, no dancing for me
- told Sarah that I b/c of my ankle I now walk like a pimp, her response "NO, you'd make a great hit man, but you'd be a horrible pimp"
- on the guest list, wooop, thnx Meshell
- Cole introduced me to a new beer, me likes
- mingle time
- music time
- sooooo apparently I'm Superman (Smallville or Returns???) as a fan just spotted me, introduced himself, and thanked me for all my work
- still shaking hands w/ crazy fan guy... Cole and Chuck are just laughing
- crazy fan guy wants to buy me a drink, but I fear he is to drunk to remember to do that
- crazy fan guy now brought over his roommate to meet me
- I now know crazy fan guys life story, I'm taking it as a cautionary tale b/c I don't want to be this guy is 15years
- moving to other side of the bar
- wooooooooooo Van is here, get to hang out w/ her now; it's been a long time, I missed her
- met some new peps
- Cole networks like a mad man
- Chuck gives me drugs for my ankle
- hate not being able to walk <insert angry face here>
- Cole and I decided we're climbing the Chief
- confined to a stool, being antisocial
- supposed to be heading to a bday party, but if the line up is to big we're bailing
- Cole wins a girls shirt, I'm sure he'll look great in it
- and we're off, saying our goodbyes