(Historical Notes:  So, amid all the “I probably would have died in a fiery car crash” bits earlier, you may have missed the bit about how noisy the parking lot actually was.  Even deep into the late night/early morning, well after it’d finally cooled off enough to settle in at the van for the night, there were still a LOT of very noisy people who were VERY obviously intoxicated making a racket.  In this case, I do remember wanting to take notes of all the stuff this one especially motor-mouthed girl wash shouting at her obviously uncomfortable “friends,” but it quickly became clear that the stuff I was jotting down was waaaaaaaay to private to use in a comic… or at least it WOULD have been private, if the booze wasn’t talking.  But yeah, the point is, REALLY noisy out there in the parking deck, even when there was no defensible reason it should have been.)