Later that night I met up with Mike Doyle (the guy responsible for 100% of the fun I had when I lived in San Franciso - AND the guy responsible for me going to Korea and Japan!) and then he got on the horn and got ahold of...
Sweet shirt, btw. (Afterwards, we went back to my room at Sarah's apartment and started plotting our evil plan to paint a mural out on Fatty's back deck).
Because I'd waited so long before making up my mind to buy tickets, the only flight I could find to Austin left from Neward at 5:45am. So I decided to just stay up all night and then catch a cab to Newark.