



After the show, we experienced Carson Street crazinesss. Driving down Carson Street at 1:45 a.m. is definitely an experience. The streets were filled with falling-down-drunk people. Guys were doing somersaults on the sidewalks, girls were walking barefoot in the middle of the street holding their heels in their hands, people were passed out on residents' front stoops, people ran up to our car to give us high fives through the window, and, perhaps the oddest thing, some guys clucked like chickens at us through the car window.