Last night was our last night of the flooring convention in San Francisco. SO the boys from Georgia and D.C. and I went pubbing, then just drinking at the hotel's bar, then off to a club. DAMN that was a fun night. But anytime you limp back to the Hilton with an ass covered in welts from being beaten by a punk chick with your own belt, and underwear filled with whipped cream... you KNOW that you had fun. 
Oh, and I discovered the wonder that is Maker's Mark and coke. Yum a dum dum!
Oh, and I discovered the wonder that is Maker's Mark and coke. Yum a dum dum!
Welts and whipped cream sure beats Rice-A-Roni as the San Francisco treat