Angel Stadium of Anaheim

This one looks pretty damn good when viewed
LARGE.
Mr. Opportunity

I wish I could kill Mr. Opportunity. He keeps comin' back, much like a bad rash.
Hygiene

Fingernail and toenail trimming. Goodtimes.
Meeting time.

Very formal meetings in the RPA IS dept.
Bachelor Party - cont'd

Much later in the evening (well after midnight, which lets me get away with using this event for two days worth of 365 photos), we returned to the Cha Cha Lounge for a whole lotta foosball. As it turns out, neither Charles nor his brothers are all that good at foosball, so the three of us who were not related to Charles were able to gang up on him and the game soon became "when we score, Charles drinks".
Charles drank. A lot. He was soon using the foosball table to steady himself. Goodtimes. I wish I had a better photo, but the lighting at the Cha Cha was nothing but red Christmas lights.
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