~ Hung out with Makito tonight. We drank a picher at the Foundry. I though we’d teleported to Missouri. I haven’t seen such a congregation of goatees, baseball caps and halter-tops since… the last time I was in a night of the living rednecks bar. They kept closing in on us with their tables too. I was sure all our design talk was going to get us beat up. Oh, it was also karaoke night and they all sang country. Except for the guy who rocked on through Electric Avenue.