This is going to be a little tricky writing this, hope all can follow, the alcohol and lack of sleep took a toll on my half way to dead memory. I've been back for two days and, quite honestly, I 'm still not right.
In this tangent-filled trip report, not only will I tell a tale of my 40th birthday celebration with friends and family, I will also try to put the pieces together of the puzzle of what exactyly happened myself. This should be therapeutic for myself, because it is always best when one confronts their sins head on with a confessional trip report. Hopefully, the truth shall set me free as I journal this alcoholic festival and shear disrespect of the american dollar for anyone that can bear to read it. It will be long. It will jump around. Please excuse any errors, I believe alcohol abuse robs one of their grammar skills.
All in good fun, the trip report will follow in reply.