Wicked pissah.

Myles, Chris, Guerin, Mike, and I all chilled at a bar for a few hours, took a ferry across the river to the Westin Hotel, hung out there by the pool, got some them to set a fire for us, got some free smores from the front desk, took the ferry back, talked to some random trumpet playing dude forever, walked to Parker’s, got some food, now we’re back at the house. The night is just starting.