One down

CRAZY night last night. First, I learned a magic trick. It involves a knife and a PBR. First, you cut a whole near the bottom of the PBR. Then you hold the beer up to your mouth and pop the top. 1...2...POOF, the beer appears in your belly. A couple shots of bacardi later and we were rollin.
The branch sucked, the rail was a little better, and the Knight Club owned. Great music with great friends and great dancin partners. HOW can you go wrong?
And my prediction came true, and as I suspected my stomach did leap up into my brains, but I recieved the cold shoulder all night long, took the hint, and kept to myself. I think it hurt, hard to tell after reaching a BAC of .4, but if it did I understand it...kinda. Anyway, eventually the deluge of alcohol did its job and I think I forget most of after 12:30. I do remember trying to dance low while a girl behind me was also dancing low, then my dancing partner leaned on me, and I sat on the girl behind me. Whoops! Yeah, I was that guy, but I haven't been that guy in a while, so I was due.
And dudes, if someone else steps on your shoe when the bar is packed shoulder to shoulder, let it sliiiiiide. As Chris Rock says, its not worth jailtime because somebody scuffed your puma.
The end of the night brought us back to Alex's place where his roomate was sitting at the kitchen table, head in hands, in front of a slightly toasted elios pizza and PASSED OUT. niiiice :)
Now its time to get ready for tonight. Not sure who's showing up, or when, but its gonna be cooler than ICE COLD!
posted at 2:46 PM