On Saturday night, I had to run over to the bay area to take care of some business that apparently couldn’t wait until I return tomorrow (three days later).  While the trip was kind of a pain, I ended up having a good time as I always do when I make a visit to the bay.

I arrived to my hotel in the afternoon, where the company I had to meet with had an amazing holiday gift basket waiting for me.  This basket ended up being crucial in the night’s festivities (read below).  After a quick meeting on-site at a company office, we went out to dinner where I began getting smashed.  Some random San Franciscan hotties found their way to our table.  They claimed that they were pornstars, but I had a hard time believing them because one of the bitches had a fucked up grill.

After some quick lines off the table, I staggered out of the restaurant and caught a cab to Ruby Skye where I danced my ass off for roughly five hours.  To cool down afterwards, I went with a few friends to a strip club.  The club was kind of weak and most of the chicks working looked like they should have been working the afternoon shift, so the party was once again relocated to my hotel room, where we started in on the bottles of Belvedere from my gift basket since it was after last call.

After moving around the contents of my gift basket, I noticed that there was what looked to be an eight ball buried underneath some grapes.  Score!  I couldn’t believe it at first, but further investigation proved that I definitely got hooked up with the best gift basket ever.  The only problem was that my compadres and I ended up staying up until around eight in the morning the next day and I felt like I was going to die all the way home after I checked out.

I was back at home with my family for Christmas Eve, and ended up having a great Christmas despite an amazingly bad hangover from my San Francisco antics.  Christmas, probably my least favorite holiday, didn’t suck this year.

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