our night at beefmastor--better late than never.

Create Your Own!

I think the slide show says PLENTY, other than recounting our tales of the drunk doctor who was flirting with his wife's single best friend all night, me shamelessly promoting my photos to her when she was telling us about her PR and artsy job, Otto getting drunker and drunker and drunker and the sh*t Michael got from the waiter for having gone to Clemson--they could tell because of our koozies. It was a very very good time--well, until the next day at least. Michael even cooked us breakfast!