Also, that last beer and the added time in the US game (fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck) delayed me just enough so that I could randomly run into Nick Cave on the street. He was unimpressed to meet me (his response or can I get a photo was "go on, get on with it" followed by an impatient "hurry up"), and I didn't have the heart to tell him that I only cared as I was drunk, and I'm not even a fan. That said, I should've asked him if he felt overdressed on his most recent album cover.
And now, back to the beer. The only half interesting option at the conference reception (and half is being generous):