Maybe just one. Pavlov would have loved to study the response the little women had to that warbling alarm. She also demonstrates remarkable insight and leaves the area completely. Where she goes is a mystery, but her actions are prudent. Most mothers do not like watching their sons guzzle beer and parade an endless train of hookers upstairs to their old room.
Midnight passes and with it the last gasp from all assembled.
Morning brought renewed life to our dry marrow, along with delicious omelettes being served by Jeff. Refreshed and a few bodies lighter, since the day would see a slow attrition due to flight schedules, we headed back to Ken's. B-Fest 2001.2 was in full swing and our group of gluttons happily sucked down several more hours of awful films. I'd much rather join a sect where we smack wooden boards against our skulls. Still, the drive home gave me several hours to contemplate.