Things got a little crazy last night.
I went out to that bar where people scream “Rex” at a guy in a scarf. Glasses were filled, emptied, and filled again. Rachel Sklar and Brooke Mooreland were there. Alison Mooney was eating the bar snacks for dinner. Again.
Somehow I wound up going home with Kevin Kearney. And my memory is filled with snap shots of snow and the Marcy Street stop on the L. Marcy Street. Really. Oh god.
