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So I was in San Jose this weekend for the Champ Car race. I stayed with my friend Bryan, who I grew up with in Utah. A summary:

I flew from Palm Springs to L.A., and from L.A. to San Jose. I got there at 1:00 am, and went straight to the Pink Poodle strip club. Went to breakfast at an all-night diner. Got to Bry's house at 4:30 am. Woke up at 9:00. Started drinking tequilla instead of paying $10 for beer at the race. *scene missing* Woke up at 9:00 on Sunday, ate breakfast, went to the race. Saw the Formula Atlantic race, the San Jose Grand Prix Champ Car race, the historic stock car race, and the Formula BMW race. Flew home, got here at 9:00 pm. Neither Bry nor I have any idea what happened on Saturday. All Deann (Bry's wife) said was that we were drunk and passed out without ever leaving the house. Kind of a waste, and I wish I could've spent more time in the paddock area and seen the drifting race, so I'm pissed at myself for that. But the weekend on the whole was a great success.