We hit up Seven, a rooftop bar and after a couple more rounds of drinks, and a couple more, the night began to shape up as being one of those epic nights you can't remember very much of. Fortunately I did take a few pictures, which dislodged even more memories, but after a certain point it was just all a haze.
Chachi had three groups of girls cycling in and out of conversation and laughter. No idea how he did it, but, well,....pictures kind of tell the story better than I could:
(No, they didn't actually kiss, ya pervert.)