I never really went into Sat. night in Indy after the whole Game Con essay. It started out reasonably. We had a fine dinner at St. Elmo's Steakhouse, then set out....and at 5am my head finally hit my pillow. In between the ellipses, this:
Chachi giving out his phone number (big mistake)!
Trying to get away:
Giving the nimrods who thought revving their open pipes in an underpass made them cool the universal sign for "jack-off":
And here he is charming the Game Con goobers with hypotheticals:
And here they react to my charm:
Elliot and I saved this girl from a table of drunk date rapists, then walked her to her car. (Somehow I don't think that expression on my face would have made anyone feel comfortable, but it was a good deed.)