What a great night! Everyone woke up this morning with vague memories of what happened. Each of us with a horse voice from singing along too loudly to Sweet Caroline, but it paid off. We were the cool table. The table everyone want's to be. The table that you tell your kids about on a trip down memory lane when your too old to partake in tables of the sort anymore. The night's entertainment whom we dubbed Roy, bought us a pitcher in appreciation, told everyone to sing like us and gave a shout out as we left the pub.



More nick names were passed out during the night, several jeebus' were present, an evil pete and 'hand on my dick, hand on my phone guy'. I walk in the bathroom and there is 'hand on my dick, hand on my phone guy' at the urinal. His eyes straight ahead staring at the tile and talking on his #$%^ing cell phone. What the hell is that?



The only other funny thing I recall right now is Julie telling everyone that customs had smelled her underwear. A total mistake on her part, but funny as hell on mine.