I've seen the face of the Devil.

Last Friday there was another one of them outdoor "Party in da Park" shindigs. And like other parties before this one it raged on into the night, well past any reasonable or even sensible amount of drinking and gallivanting.
There was a riot in my brain the next morning.
And sitting with Hansi that morning we tried to piece together the events we could barely remember. Here are some of the questions we asked each other:

"Where the fuck did that dog come from?"
"What would you have done if you didn't find your shoe?"
"Remember when you crashed your bike?"
"How many girls did you cram into that tube with you?"
"Was that before or after we performed our ballet to 'Tiny Dancer'?"
"Is that why I have this lump on my head?"
"When did you lose your toenail?"
"Where the fuck did that dog come from?"
"He was there?"
"What?????"
"Who were those people?"
"But really, where the fuck did that dog come from?"