Time warp to last Friday: The bar was empty as University bars tend to be during reading week. I showed up with a pretty good buzz going on and continued to drink nasty beer as the night went on. I spilled more beer on the floor as I flailed to the music than I managed to get in my mouth. It was a good night. I was drunk and happy. I didn't notice how drunk my friends were, I was just glad that they were there with me. They may not have noticed since I spent a large portion of the night dancing with other girls. Along the way I picked up some accessories that I wore all night. The large blue glassess made my hazy vision worse and the white feather boa gave me a new tool to allure the girls with. (This seems like a really anticlimatic ending to the story)