Good times, man. Good times.
So.... you know you had a good night when the guy you like calls you up (no, still nothing going on there, sadly) and goes, "Uh... so what happened last night?" And I proceed to laugh my ass off. Because last night was epic. A lesson on Tesla (the scientist, not the band), boob grabbage (what is it with straight chicks wanting to grab my tits when they're drunk???), lost shoes, a dog the size of a horse, a trip to the bar, lots of falling down and pretty, pretty lights. And many Star Wars references.
What happened last night indeed.
What happened last night indeed.