Where do I start?
Oh yeah, the beginning.
We lost one man around 9:30pm.
The limo driver was ridiculously awesome at driving.
Fox and Hound was cool. Big room for everyone to kick it. We all had some drinks and had deep conversations about BP and the state of politics in today's society. Then I got stuck payin somebody's $50 tab.
Fat Daddy's was cool. We danced.
Then we lost another man. And almost lost him to the people that protect and serve this great city.
The moral of this story is...
Well I don't know if there really is a moral. I'm still in shock with everything that happened last night. I.. uh... Yeah I don't know.