It was a wild evening fueled by beer, champagne, and Pom Martinis. And cookies and snacks (but no real dinner).
Snoop was bad ass. Bad. Ass.
A great time was had by all, up until a little incident at the end of the night. I'm still waiting on the owner of the limo company to contact me with an official apology for the little piece of shit driver they sent us. If he doesn't contact me today, I'll be posting my letter to the company here.
For what it's worth, though, the police sided with us. ;)
I promise I'll share some of the stories. For now, they are just too jumbled...