When my luggage came around on the carousel, I could see something had gone wrong. I quickly opened the suitcase and started extricating the cans of Steamwhistle I brought to drink at Burning Man. One of the cans was super-cold, while the rest were at room temperature. It also weighed about a third less, so this was my leaky culprit! Maybe my bag was against the side of the plane or something. So one can down, 7 to go. Mmm... Beers from the foreign land of Canada.
I took the BART.
The gang was at the bar downstairs celebrating Matt's birthday. I met everyone outside, and we went and celebrated some more.