Morning, world. That was a very short night. Now on to business. Last night was the tracksuit pub crawl. I beat Eddie to Republic, so I had some time to read The Woman on the Orient Express.

Books, or as I like to call them, douchebag repellent.

Eddie only wore the top half of his tracksuit, which greatly disappointed me. We were hoping to submit a picture to the Squatting Slavs in Tracksuits page on Facebook. I still tried, though.

That is a rhinestone tracksuit and furry boots, because I'm extra AF.

The prospects seemed alright at Republic but Eddie wasn't having it, so we moved along to The Hotel Bar. Yes, that is actually the name. It's attached to the Marriott.

The bar was more or less dead, but their whiskey selection was decent.

The pictures start getting more sparse from this point on. I apologize. I am a bad photographer when I'm sober, and the pictures got consistently worse as the night went on.

We moved on to de Vere's and ran into a trio of 40-something guys that had also started their night at Republic. The five of us got talking, and it turned out they were also looking for dates that night. One of them latched onto me like a lamprey almost immediately. He kept repeating his home address to me over and over, which I'm assuming was a hint. I kept telling him the URL to this website, which was also a hint.

Once Lamprey realized that I wasn't coming home with him, he and his friends Ubered home, and Eddie and I made our way to Simon's.

We hit up a couple more bars in the area, but since Eddie declared them all "sausage fests", we Ubered over to Pine Cove to finish the night. That was also uneventful, other than running into a guy who reads the blog and recognized us.

Verdict: Sac was pretty dead last night. Maybe it was the holiday weekend. I still had a lot of fun, in spite of that one guy I mentioned a few posts back sending me more pictures of his genitals.

Tom Bomb and I are hitting the cemetery today, then I'm taking a tour of Old Sac. I'll recap everything in the evening post, and whenever Eddie sends me his write-up of last night I'll post that.

If you are interested in dating Eddie, send us an e-mail at nicole@thebeentheredonethatproject.com.

He's going to kill me for that.