reunited

What better way to celebrate not having seen a high school friend in many many years... than to get dressed all slinkily (is that a word?) and take a limo with 10 of his fraternity brothers to Ghost Bar?

Table service? Check.
Beautiful skyline view of downtown Dallas? Check.

So far so good. But it gets better: somehow the afterparty ends up at a stripclub with foam. And me booting on the curb. Classy.