So, I didn't bother posting when I arrived right in between JP and Brent, but let's get to the important stuff. Met up with those two and managed to check into the hotel under Gene's and would-be Mike's reservations. Hungry and thirsty, we ventured forth and chose the bar/pizza place over TGIFridays because JP didn't want to eat "corporate food." Turned out the pizza was decent and we had fun watching some stupid TV show about stupid stunt men and of course the locals who were entertaining as well.
Here is the drinks tally for the evening:
2 Makers Mark on the rocks in Houston post deposition
2 Jack & Gingers on the aeroplane
1 Samuel Adams draft at the bar/pizza place where Brent and I split a pizza
1 gigantic Stoly rocks at the same spot
1 gigantic Kettel 1 rocks at that spot
We are now back at the hotel and Brent and I are stupidly online instead of sleeping.
That wasn't a hooker, that was some kind of water fowl that a gator ripped the head off of but didn't eat.