I just got drunk-dialed by
Erica and our friend Jona. They are at a "Bockfest" in Madison, WI and are apparantly swilling beer and waiting for someone to throw fish with prizes inside them. As Erica and I agreed, this is the sort of thing that would only happen in a cold climate. People who live in the northlands, whether it be Wisconsin, Minnesota or Idaho, tend to be willing to do pretty much any damn thing to get out of the house by February. Why not go out and drink beer and wait for someone to pelt you with smelt?