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On the way to Novosibirsk, we started drinking. Not much else to do, don't you know.

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Yeah, my mother had to give my sister that Berkeley shirt because Amy had been wearing a (gasp!) Stanford shirt!

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Nope, not much else at all, really.

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In fact, I passed out after a couple of really drunken songs on guitar (even harder to play when the train is rocking so much on that decrepit track!), and woke up a couple hours later to find I'd been filmed in the act!

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