called a suburban cab after dinner last night at about midnight.
5-15 minutes they said. All the other dudes had gone to the Pink Monkey.
After a half hour I said screw it and took a cab to Sax Hotel (used to be House of Blues Hotel). On the way I said "Hey, do you know the way to the Pink Monkey?" He didn't... just as well... on to the hotel.
In bed at about 1. Suburban cab driver called at 1:15. Didn't answer.
It wouldn't have been so bad wearing the same clothes today if I hadn't dropped a piece of sushi down the front of my shirt.