What I do need to do is parlay the advice you need when you, unaware, set foot into the trap. Back to our little exercise. Well, you don't. Or at least I don't. But I will tell you this.
Some bars just suck.
Prince got in late Friday night and we had to skip dinner if we were going to do anything. It started off poorly. First I had to help him unload something like 7000 copies of Crystal Ball out of the back of his minivan and cart them over to Best Buy. He also bought me a mousepad, which, y'know, is pretty cool. Well, he said the music rocked and you could still talk and there was a good mix of people.