bits and pieces coming back to me

We're standing in front of Mr. Hawk's booth when my buddy shoves a cellular device into my face and tells me to say "hey" to Chas. I say HEY into the machine, but hear nothing, the damn thing is so tiny, or was it because of the beer content and my inability to focus on anything that wasn't visual? Phone pulled back away from me, they wound up talking awhile, I floated off to where the density of men was thicker, and the beer easier to access.