Or not...

Okay, so I have to report that while we did not find Sam Jackson, we did find Jack Samson. That's right, on our way back to the car, Justin and I were accosted by an exceedingly drunk guy who yelled out to random women to "suck his dick," and then proceeded to tell us that "we didn't have girlfriends because we couldn't say shit like that." Never mind that the response of said women was "fuck off, pervert." Umm...while it may be true that I have no girlfriend, I'm pretty sure that this fact has nothing to do with the fact that I refuse to refer to them as "bitches and hoes" and exhort them to "suck my dick." While we did not have the opportunity to yell out "Snakes on a muthafuckin' Plane!", we did have a good time.