Management at my fair station hosted The Ol' Company
-On our drive to Greenville, we tuned into one of those all Christmas music stations. Did the artistic geniuses of Wham bring us "Last Christmas, I gave you my heart..."? We couldn't remember.
-Photographers in ties?!?!
-For those of you who have seen Lost in Translation: Remember that hotel band, "Sausalito", with the redheaded singer who Bill Murray banged?
Picture Sausalito, only a shade more country, and you've got our live entertainment for the night.
-I liked the chicken. Matty preferred the meatballs.
-Scored some free drink tickets from people leaving early. Party ended too early to actually use them all. Or, I suppose I could have sucked those babies down a little faster.
-Visited a Greenville watering hole and the home of Otis and Mrs. Otis before calling it a night. Apparently by the time we arrived we had just missed some sort of obscure drama. Perfect timing, I say.
-Stiles and I's traditional 4am drunken trip to Whataburger couldn't happen, because, well, there aren't Whataburgers here. Probably better off.
