I'm sort of a lightweight as it is so by the time I'd finished my second pint (well before 11am) I was pretty much drizzunk. Here's Phil calling Grant (who at the time was living at a ranch in Northern California and working on his book) and telling him what poof I was for being drunk off two pints. Hahaha.
Back in high school, Peter played guitar in a band with Scott Jentzen called Symaryan. Peter asked about Scott and they hadn't talked in a few years so we called him (and woke his married ass up). Incidentally, I just Googled the name "Symaryan" hoping that I could find some obscure mention of them from way back in the day (we're talking like '91-'92 here) and all that came back was a transcript of some text-based Dungeons and Dragons game (M.U.D.) where somebody's magic warrior elf-sprite is name "Symaryan." Too bad you think I'm kidding.
