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As soon as we got seated, everyone headed for the men's room to try to dry off while I stayed at the table to keep an eye on the collection of waterlogged cameras, PDAs and other items arrayed on the table. Getting dry, at this point, meant a relative non-moistness since, as I mentioned, after running six blocks in what amounted to a monsoon, we were soaked through. Even after spending 15 minutes wringing out shirts and toweling vigorously, the gang returned to their seats...wet.

When it was my turn, I went to the counter and bought a dry Katz's Deli souvenir t-shirt, then headed to the men's room to wring out my light wool sweater and jeans. Even after changing into a new shirt, I still felt like a drowned chihuahua. I resigned myself to sitting through the meal with damp pants.

After the rollicking journey to get there, the meal itself was pretty unremarkable, but the conversation and fellowship couldn't be beaten. We were soon joined by Dineen and Mike Wasylik, who had left for Katz's at the same time as we and were confused when we managed to arrive, sopping wet, as they were finishing their meal. There was more laughter still. Someone decided, for a reason I've forgotten, that it would be a good idea to started a website called pornforthedeaf.com. Many, many bad puns were made, and I think I might have kissed Mike on the lips.

Of the evening's experience, Anil would later write "Rain can make brothers of strangers." True.

We decided to take a mirror shot to commemorate the night. Mine was probably the poorest of the lot.

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