Who the hell put the roofie in my drink?
I feel like I've been asleep for twenty years but its only been three weeks judging by the last blog post. The last thing I remember is some tourist that looked vaguely familiar and bore a striking resemblance to an overweight Josh Hartnet with a bad goatee walking into the Red Room and yelling "Who's Ready for a Bear Fight?"
And then yelling "Who's ready for another Bear Fight?"
And then yelling it again and again and ag...