you give love a bad name
Half a pack of cigs and eleven cups of coffee at Waffle House. For both me and Cameron. Was awesome. Don't think the group has ever stayed there that long before, but we got there well after dinner rush and left well before drunk rush, so was tits.
Got back to Apartment and the smoke alarm went off, plus the hint of smoke was supposedly smelled. Fire department was phoned, nothing found, felt kinda bad, but at least a good photo came of it. Kinda amusing, though, the fire station is close enough (next door, pretty much), they had to drive three truck lengths or so to get here.
Anyway, burn 'em.