Malaysia, VT

I was on the same automatic pilot that somehow (usually) sees utter drunkards through their binges, stops them from falling out of windows or off kerbs or picking fights with entire gangs.

Great skiing this morning, with the sky gradually darkening. I even found an old-school button lift. Picnic lunch back at the apartment, then Megan and I brave the failing visibility and gusting snow for a few more runs.

We head off, en masse, after dinner to the Tango happy hour. Then, somehow we get persuaded to go further - it wasn’t too hard. A crowded pub called Crewzer for a Duval is followed by a foray to Malaysia, a huge underground nightclub.

They ID Angus, but somehow Simon gets them to let him in. The place is empty, but fills up after midnight. The band is not bad, trotting out passable covers - and the drinks aren’t as expensive as I was expecting.

On the way home Megan, Simon, and I get separated from the others and we get sucked into another bar. It closes at 2, which is just as well.