“…and I gotta warn you, these fancy European hotels, they got the strangest names, so you better be careful about ordering your ticket. You don’t wanna miss it!” “Yeah sure.” “So the first part’s in January, at the Top Of The World, and the second’s next week, in Summer.” “…pardon?” “I said, it’s in January, at The Top Of The World, and-“ “Where in the world is January right next to summer?” “Oh they’re both 3rd floor.” “What? How’d I get on the 3rd floor?” “Well you gotta order your ticket, first.” “…in January?” “Yes.” “Okay, so I call the ticket office on January 1st and-“ “No no no, you’ll miss it! You gotta so it earlier than that or you’ll be late! You’ll wind up in Summer, next thing you know.” “I don’t know what I know and what I don’t!” “It’s so simple: in January, The Top Of The World.” “Am I doing drugs?” “Why would you be doing drugs?” “How else am I gettin to the top of the world?” “Why, with the stairs of course.” “…okay I think I got my wires all crisscrossed and such.” “Just remember: Summer’s later, January comes first.” “First time you’ve made sense today! So, I get my ticket…sometime, and I go and see the bands in…at…January?” “At January, yes.” “In summer?” “No, that’s next week. Now that one’s at the top of The World.” “…they got booze at the top of the world?” “Try telling me they don’t” “Good, I’m gonna need it. So when I’m in At January, I go-“ “No, January.” “That’s what I said.” “No that’s totally different. It’s happening in January.” “…at the top of the world?” “Yes.” “And just where do you figure that is?” “3rd floor.” “Why am I on third again?”