So I did something new, something different, and something not me for a change
I went to a club for a friend's birthday
Fun times ensue, albeit this guy from work beside me wouldn't stop insisting that I hit on girls. I was more than happy just drinking my Johnny Walkers (all four ounces of it)
Meanwhile, another fellow kept insisting I chug my scotch. Explaining to a drunk person how to appreciate the flavour of a drink is similar to explaining calculus to an infant
3am, club closes, and we all take a Limo. All eleven of us crammed into this limo blasting away the beats. We all ended up at the apartment of one of them where more drinks ensued (not for me, the bastard didn't have any scotch), laughter and molestation apparently