I had to wait a bit for a passenger to finish giving a girl his pager number; in the car he announced his discovery: Keeping old Moxy ticket stubs, or any other ticket stubs for that matter, provides for a cool and impressive slip of paper to write one's pager number on. ("Wow, you saw Moxy in Albany? I wanted to see that," he presumed she was saying. "I wish I saw Empire Strikes Back on opening day," we extrapolated.)

Once in the car, the incredibly fast, somewhat scary driver asked me what I happened to do over the weekend. I managed to spout on and on about my weekend, partly due to the excitement of the concert and partly due to my happiness at not being stranded in Providence. I was so wrapped up in my telling that I didn't realize we travelled at such insane speeds to complete the trip in forty minutes.