What a surprise: to enjoy dressing up and pretending the Cow Palace was 1800s London. All silly good fun. We all promised to do it again down the road (though we still haven’t). Anthony went as a downtrodden fop. I’m a snoot with a pipe. John, a poor Dickensian lad. And Matt a dandy. Thank god we live in the era of the iPhone and all this is just pretend.
