Gotta say "Whephew." I still know no more. Mysterious enuances played fro with defense lawyer precision. Gotta quit thinking about it. Plenty of water, plenty of water. There are those of us who think it's due to the change in plans, the laxing, the physical wane, of the effort to get back in time for Zozobra. Last time I was there it was 9-9-99, and I partied for 32hrs, all on the 9th. Modern travel is, indeed amazing.
Now, I don't know

The end got all muddled up. I finished my beer, and the reason I told her that I couldn't have the Veverka soup was because I'd just gotten a message and had to hurry. Still, it was a good Gambrinus (and yes, I have had bad Gambrini, well, a bad Gambrinus, and it was at prague's biggest irish bar. Me and my pal Jardo couldn't even finish one, and, pretend you know Jardo, that's saying it was a really bad beer...and it was a Gambrinus!) Ain't going back there again.
Hopefully, soon, I will have some news. Still in Europe, or heading back to watch old man gloom flame for the masses! I'll let you know if I find out.

...fuego