This is also the same night from which I woke up to find myself surrounded by $10 bills on my bed, a sore rib, vague memory of a Russian bartender (always with the Russians!), told a bunch of people I'll treat them to a fancy dinner, and so on.

Oh Free Alcohol, you crazy!

This is also the same night from which I woke up to find myself surrounded by $10 bills on my bed, a sore rib, vague memory of a Russian bartender (always with the Russians!), told a bunch of people I'll treat them to a fancy dinner, and so on.

Oh Free Alcohol, you crazy!

i sense a battle of the dreams forming

*runs to get popcorn*

I see. And where was the malevolent octopus in all this?

Awesome.

@-j. It's there, laying beneath the waves. watching. Judging.

Always with the Russians... always with the vodka!

But who won? I MUST KNOW.

I like being a bit player in your dream. Like I'm just hanging out in the background.

@BManda:

Friend told the bartender: "My fiancee is Russian, so I can drink like a Russian - just give me double-ketels. Same for Daniel, he loves Polish vodka." Aside from the fact he just lumped in Russia with the flatest, defenseless, most tank-invasion friendly land called Poland - I had to keep up with him. But the hot female Russian bartenders always wins. Always wins.

@Xenu:
I have no idea, one of the Edwardian gangs were definitely pinned down and trying to escape from the airport. But that's when the rockability dudes in tuxes showed up and started to fight both sides.

@Moose Elaine:
I distinct remember in the dream going "oh there's mace." Sort of like a Where's Waldo.