It took us four passes with the windows rolled up and the doors locked before we built up the courage to pull into the Slip Inn parking lot, but boy, are we glad we did. Once inside, the whiskey was cheap, the hipsters were minimal, and the dancing was a free-for-all. All cares were forgotten until we stumbled back out into the night and realized that we still had a thirst that could only be quenched with pork rinds and soda. Luckily, the Save-Way grocery was just a few short staggers away, beckoning with all the processed food and carbonated beverages we could purchase with the loose change we dug out of the booths at the back of the Inn.