We awoke Wednesday morning after sleeping three hours on the floor of the Upstairs Tavern (which is conveniently upstairs from The Muse) to someone banging on the door. The bartender slept in the bar with us because he has too many DUIs and apparently crashes there all the time anyway. The man banging on the door of the bar was looking for the owner (I think) and he kept screaming about how his car was stolen. I guess that’s what you get when you sleep right next door to the worlds largest adult entertainment store. I’m told it isn’t the best neighborhood.