Dude, I woke up in my car in the parking structure that next morning. Great times! They did the zoo thing, toured San Diego. Then I dragged him to a dive bar. I believe before the night even started I demanded a Buffalo Sweat, and even the bartender chick came over to have one.
TS fails to mention not only did he hoof the BS like a champ, He chowed down on a couple habaneros at the Mexican place down the street.
As far as old school NASCAR racer Chris Culpepper goes, we'll leave that one as is. I just told my friends he was out of rehab after being washed up years ago. LOL
I was going to take him out to the greaser/punk rock bar I frequent, but something told me they wouldn't enjoy the vibe, let alone the jukebox.
By the way Chris, your wife is a trooper!