I sat at a table (watching the prelims and then rush to the bar, bar's full, I found one seat with like new man younger guys with a couple extra seats, there is nothing else, I said is it cool, i can move, no, yer good, they didn't stay for the 10 dollar braceletting, so I got a table. Filled it with girls, apropos, but there was quite a few guys. The first guy had pretty hot girl, and it didn't stop, fucking pigs. It's not that they're pigs, they wait til has to take a piss. Problem is, I'm on her other sided and I gotta piss too, but not anytime soon now. Glomming, "Sorry you're just really pretty," ...."She says thanks." The key toughness is blatantness of death energy, or lack. When you know you're dead, truly, the floor wipes itself.