Traaaaaaaaaaaashed

So last night was the ELDP banquet. What better way to cap off 9 months of grueling classes and all nighters than with a night of great food, jazz bands, dancing, conversing, rubbing elbows with top executives and having a bit to drink?
Wait, I can think of a better way, having none of that, but one bad-ass open bar!
It actually was a good time. There wasn't any music, there were plenty of good folks and good speeches. Then I reached Vodka and Club Number Five and the rest of the night is a blur.
I know I was a PJs, and I had my tie around my head.
I know I ate about 3 desserts at our table (Tip for going to a banquet: If there are empty seats at the table, take the napkin and unfold it and lay it haphazardly on the chair before the dessert arrives. The server will leave a dessert there thinking the person is at the bathroom. Then you eat more desserts!).
I thought I took a couple pictures throughout the night. This morning I woke up and realized I took 47. They'll be up in all their blurred glory shortly.
I thought I lost my glasses, but I found them in my jacket pocket. Then I realized the jacket wasn't mine. The jacket has been returned to its rightful owner.
I tried going to bed when I got back, but while I was out, someone set my bed to "spin." I decided to call my buddy Ralph on the porcelain phone to see if he could fix the bed. Despite my long bellowing wails, there was no reponse from the other end, but I guess he heard me cause by the time I got back to the bed it was back to normal.

GOOD TIMES!
posted at 1:32 PM