After all the work was done, there was drunken hijinks, almost every night. i've always kept with my routine of drunken debauchery on caligulan levels (pertaining to alcohol, anyway) whenever my employer is picking up the tab. although i didn't wake up on a doorstep in new hampshire this time, i did wake up at 3am in my tub. twice in as many nights. i thought that after a "few" beers and such it would be a good idea to take a nice relaxing bath. i would promptly pass out. kids, i don't recommend this one, it's very dangerous. although the hard porcelain was enough to wake me up, i don't see how a lung full of hot bath water would lull me into deeper sleep. there was also a trip to the best buy next to the walmart to pick up a projector and following that night's drunkening was fun with laser pointers, as attempted, but failing to be shown in this picture. drunkenings were often fueled by bartenders who were very perceptive to when a beer is almost finished...not something you get very often in barfston. if you looked at the laser pointer picture you can guess that that might be a view from the eighth floor to the inside of the hotel, where people would sit lounging around and wonder if they're going to be assassinated. assassinated because of an innocent little red laser light dancing on their crotch / keyboard / hand / or partner companion person. this provided hours of teenage belly laughs. hangovers included.

speaking of assassinations, i also visited dealy plaza and the kennedy museum. creepy stuff, and a reminder that our government is into some pretty creepy stuff. it's sad that the truth will most likely never come out. K bought a CD containing a large book on the conspiracy theories along with every picture, video and any other piece of media imaginable concerning the events of that day, and subsequent days thereafter.

the previous night K and I had gone to a restuarant known as the 'saltgrass'. it was your average steakhouse, i suppose (i recommend the spinach dip and nachos with meatless sauce), but the decorative motif i question. in it had all sorts of pictures of cowboys, horses, farm life, and just about every cliche imaginable from the laura ingalls books painted with expert mediocrity. The most surprising thing about these bland murals was the one painted on the door leading into a back room. unfortunately the treo 700p doesn't capture so well in the dark night lighting of a steakhouse, and a few beers in the system does not help either. but if you take a look at the picture below you can just make out the image of a mexican dishwasher, framed by the door frame amidst the john waynes and clint eastwood-esque cock-douchery (yes, i grew up in new england.) the bright part is the dude's face - click for a larger view:

yee....haw?