I called Shane at 7 last night, said to pick me up at Seastar Inn at 11 p.m. -- a perfect window for a four-hour nap before setting the evening on fire at The Jungle ....

His call woke me up, he was outside. I took a few minutes, got myself together, and off we went.

We picked up Brasi, so it was the three of us .... the three of us have spent a good part of the week together, actually, so we're almost like a posse.

Surprisingly, Shane said he wanted to go in, too, paid his own admission and everything. I thought cabbies got in free, no?

There was a big line in front. Ever the bashful one, Brasi at first said the line was too long and he did not want to go! Then, they hassled him about wearing a baseball cap -- he is somewhat of a gangsta -- but, alas, we all made it in.

Then the rum punches started. This was one of the few nights in which I did not have to worry about the motor scooter, so off I went. .....