10-Jul-2002 (Wed)

Oh look, it's July 10. Happy birthday to us.

So today we got an overnight letter to ``Adam Ohana c/o DNA Lounge'' that contained the latest T.R.I.P. flyer, along with a scribbled note on the envelope detailing where and when they found it. Apparently someone thought it was an actual airplane ticket!

Apparently Barry bought us a bunch of stantions from Townsend (those big steel crowd-control fence/barricades thingies.) We can certainly make use of those on the busier nights, but I can't figure out where in the world we're supposed to put them when we don't need them: they're huge! And we've been completely out of storage space for a long time.