Right now I can go on and on about what a wonderful night I had last night, but, quite frankly I'm exhausted. Who knew that there weren't going to be any trains to Babylon between the hours of 3 and 5am? I didn't mind too much, how could I? I was in great company. I watched a great film, met quite a few interesting people, ate perogis, drank like a fish, and took the drunk train home. Could it get any better than this?