No single explanation, no central destination

For the past four hours, there has been an unending stream of cars creeping down Gilman Street and detouring on Henry over to Langdon. Mike and have absolutely no idea where these people are coming from or where they are going; there is practically no parking in this piece of Madison beyond what is taken by those who live here, and it seems strange that so many people are in their cars during the peak hours of the activity. I went out to take some photos of the long line of cars, and Mike accompanied me, making sure that I was aware of the few cars that were headed eastward instead of westward. Mike was (self-admittedly) very drunk from his earlier excursion with his visiting high school buddy Brett. It was of no consequence however, as Mike is the most impressively functional drunk I've ever met; I wasn't really aware of his inebriation until he called across the street to a stranger dressed as Yoshi (of Super Mario Land fame). After I was done shooting, we decided to walk the loop that we often travel when dining at the Towers or the Statesider, meaning that we traversed about three blocks of State Street, which was absolutely packed. It took us about ten minutes to travel what normally takes two or three minutes, stepping on fragments of Halloween costumes as we went.