martinibuster - 6:20 pm on Sep 29, 2005 (gmt 0)

It's funny how the night before the conference officially starts, the bartenders are cocky about their ability to handle the workload. They have no clue that the perfect storm of drinking is about to hit.

I remember telling the guy in New Orleans he'd better call for back up for the next five days. He's like, "Oh, I handled the dentist's convention all by myself... I can handle you guys."

Two days later he looked about ten pounds lighter and grayer around the temples.