The room last year still smelled of LunchTrey even a year later...
Other than saying "Hi Reney" to Jerome Fergusson, Ron tapping on my shoulder with a "Is there something?", no major incidents.
One of the best local shows on the West Coast. Lot of oil, lots of speedos, lots of shredded glutes... and LT, usually at his schmoest.
I'll be there. Come and punch me in the face.