Well, we survived and me and Woody made it back from Bill's safely.
I'll post about it later tonight or tomorrow after I recover - not from partying, from the drive and sleeping on the floor last night. Fuck, I'm getting old.
I do want to say now though that it went very well, I got to meet some fantastic people that I know will become life-long friends. I had the opportunity to meet and talk with some young men that were friends of Bill's that made me look at the youth of America with different eyes - intelligent, curious, and having attitudes of Free Men instead of sheeple. Hell yeah.
Plus I scored a shitload of habanero stuffed olives on the way home.
