IF HE HAD BEEN THE MAIN CHARACTER IT WOULD HAVE BEEN CALLED FIFTH SENSE (DUDE CONRAD I'M SORRY YUKO THOUGHT OF IT DDD: DON'T BEAT MEEEE)

It's well-documented around here that Conrad actually doesn't have any sense of smell, but it's one of those things that we tend to forget. In a lot of ways it's pretty similar to how forgetful I am about Hawk and Ramadan ... except in this case everyone forgets, so maybe I am just being a jerk to Hawk. 

Conrad's birthday is towards the end of December, so it was cold and we all had to spend the day working so we wanted to do something pretty relaxed and local. Dave and Busters is right up the road, so we went there and played Ghost Recon and Conrad played Pump, and when Mike arrived he bought Conrad a few drinks. We sat around and talked - Mike told us about his time in Iraq and then we started talking about the Air Force generally and somehow, last call rolled around.

Conrad came out of his room with this huge ziploc bag full of quarters, and this is more or less the conversation that transpired, transcribed here for your amusement. You'll also note Conrad's rave-appropriate attire - glowsticks and glowloopies and glowglows and glowy-glow-mcglowertons. This is largely what I know about raves, although the rave-knowledge I received in my youth has been modified somewhat by the conventions I've attended since. My friend Nick, who will go without last name, was the first entrepreneur to think to sell glowsticks at conventions ...