Pub Crawl, Fall 2004

On a fateful Saturday (the Ninth) of an autumnal month (October) of an inauspicious year (2004) we delved deep into the dark underbelly of Lancaster, and did not return from our travails until the nectar of the gods imbued our bodies with the spirit of righteousness. And then there was naked. If anybody'd like to post their drinks count in the comments below that would be swell.