Anyone who has arrived in the last week knows me as someone who wears jeans and a cowboy hat. This reputation must be put to rest. I decided to bring out Dren.

I took Dren to the Beach Club to meet the guys. Not much reaction at first. Not really the place for it. But after a while, everyone started to remember that it's a party — and every party is a costume party. Mr. Klean said, "Look guys, we don't need San Francisco, we've got everything we need right here!"

Then belly dancing music came on the radio (KDPW is that kind of radio station). And Dren began dancing — shaking the belt of coins.

I strolled over to the Dragon shop and Craig knew it was time for a photo session. I posed for about an hour (I mean Dren posed).