fear

Our last man finally showed up this afternoon, and this might be my last post. He finished a bottle of Captain Morgan while I was cleaning up in the shower. That was about an hour ago, and he's gone downhill fast.

He was Okeydokey until we got in our cab to run down to the West End. BLAM! Right between the eyes. It was like watching Lon Chaney turn into the Wolfman. We met the others at Joe's Crab Shack, and we damm near got thrown out. "Hogfarmer" had VOLUME issues, and he wouldn't stop dropping f-bombs, even after we pointed out the families sitting within earshot of us. Unfortunately, "within earshot" tonight means within the range of Dallas' strongest FM radio station. Now we're going to make the rounds of strip bars in the Dallas area. The cabbie we've been using since the first night gets $10 for everyone he drops off at a gentleman's club using his admission tickets, and he offered to drive us around the rest of the weekend for free if we agree to visit each of the clubs for 10-20 minutes, have a beer, then leave. We're going to run around doing this and then go to Gilley's, which is our original destination, for the rest of the night.

"Hogfarmer" has a history of causing complete strangers to utter those magical three words to us within minutes of making his acquaintance. Those three words that can change your life, and alter your plans irrevocably.

HE'S
GOTTA
GO

We came back to the Embassy to change clothes and get ready to go out for the night. I wanted to quick leave this message and tell all of you how much fun I've had guest blogging here JUST IN CASE we end up somewhere without internet access (and without individual toilets and separate bedrooms, ifyouknowwhatimean) by the end of the night. Keep your fingers crossed, sportsfans.