Post-LimmudLA, a bunch of us put a bunch of suitcases into a bunch of cars, and then met up later for dinner to redistribute the stuff. But not everyone drove to dinner, and those who did, parked in a bunch of different places.
So in discussing whose stuff was where and how we were going to get it, we were dangerously close to "Who's On First" territory, and not terribly far off from the goldfish ending up in the cowboy hat. Pay extra close attention for the shoutout to a 90s sitcom and to see my friend pinch-hit for the waitress, who (accidentally?) left a tray of glasses on our table.