OK, so I lied.  You could actually view all the pictures without having to listen to a damn thing I say if you click here.  But I won't respect you in the morning if you do it.

Where should I begin?  How about, a strange turn of events has us leaving for San Francisco at almost 4am on Saturday morning, in my mom's hardly street legal minivan.  (I didn't think it would make it to san fran, let alone come back in one piece too).  Luckily everyone was too tired to notice the condition their driver was in prior to us leaving.  Would you let this guy drive you around?

I didn't think you would either.  Lets skip all the boring drive and get to the hotel already.