Me and my friends were having a nightcap at Rumpus Room and I saw you walk in. I’m pretty sure you saw me too because we exchanged quick glances before you sat down. You were the life of the party...until you passed out. Your friends were putting napkins and other things on your head, but every time you woke up you were a good sport about it. I really wish I had come over and put a napkin on your head too and got to talk to you a bit. I was sitting in one of the tables by the window. Dark hair, slim figure, and an Iron Maiden T. Hopefully we’ll meet on Main Street again soon!