Well, I think I am finally recovering from my Friday night psychotic drunken episode. We went downtown around 11 and didn't come back until 4:30. All sorts of interesting things happened. In the first bar they was the usual drink conversations about work, other people, sports etc. This is the stage where you are getting yourself piss drunk so you can go to the second bar.



In the second bar you start to spend money that you don't really remember. You drink and dance and drink and dance. During the whole ordeal you are trying to pick up. Just for fun of course because the chances are after all really really slim. You stay here until they close down. At this point you say goodbye to the less hardcore and move on to the 3rd bar.



The third bar is an after hours bar where you can still obtain alcohol illegally. Or at least this is what I have heard. It is probably not a good idea to go here if you are already so drunk that you can't figure out how to obtain said alcohol. You know several things. These include, grandma is around somewhere with her dufflebag of hooch. Your mission is to find her. We couldn't find her. All we could tell is that mickeys where showing up and we couln't find the resource. This means you are too drunk and should go home.



The trip home requires a cab and a nice cab driver. The kind of cabbie that will pull over so your friend can hack and spit out the door because she is so drunk that when you get home she will pass out on you floor fully dressed with contacts in and wake up at 9 in the morning to realize she can't open her eyes. This indicates that it will take you a weekend to successfully recover.