Plus they had a limo. It was so wild doing it in the limo right there at the Marriott front door. I wasn’t sure if the driver could see, but really didn’t care. I was singing “if the limo gets to rockin, don’t come a knockin”. That Ricky Filicki was so good looking and so debonair at the same time as being so crazy. We mostly took turns, but a catered to the birthday boy. And after an unbelievable encounter, I left my favorite red lace panties for Ben to remember that night. Happy Birthday from me.