What a night.
Ok, so the first thing is Paul showed up in a Series III Grand Prix. Slow red color of some kind:
Then he made fun of my custom exhaust on the beater:
Had a couple beers or nine at the hotel lounge, then off to the nearby mall (Valley River
Center) for some Chili'* and Margaritas. Good eats, good drinks.
Went into the mall, and ran into an old friend of mine (I dumped her last year as she had
a small haiy mole on the back of her left ear):
After that, Paul had to cool off, so we took a spin in a boat:
Got back in the car after the mall and dinner, and this happened (note that this is a big
empty PRIVATE parking lot):
Then it was back to the lounge at the hotel (getting late, we both had early mornings).
This is the obligitory shot for Kennginn (technicially, this is cannibalism......SilverBullet
tossing down a Silver Bullet):
So what did all this boozing and carousing cause? Well, Paul saw this nice guy singing:
And decided to give it a shot himself (as many of you know, he'* fiercely jealous of his daughter Chynna'* singing abilities)......Paul, 2000SilverBullet.......Gearhead extrordinare.
And NOW, musical artist of the year!
I got home LATE.