> Somehow I ended up in the undercity in front of a > small brick pub with a door slightly rusted. The > Midnight part of the neon sign glowed as it was > raining. The Pub part was out. I took out the scrap > of paper I had written the passcode I had been given > to reassure myself I had it memorized one last time > before knocking. The bouncer slid the little window > in the metal door open to challenge me. Some faint > music could be heard which I recognized and took as a > good sign. Satisfied, the heavy door swung inwards...
The words "passcode I had been given" suggests to this reader the 'somehow' part being rooted in a generous human-in-the-know - coaxing back fond memories of having somehow been deemed worthy of inclusion.
And in that vein, I'm pretty sure we all know whose direction to raise our glasses in.