Oh yes, the first time I got really drunk. And of course, you were there telling me to drink that second Screwdriver faster. You Bad Idea Bear, you. Also that was the night I met Raleigh for the first time. And you had to help me down the stairs. And I pronounced "cigarettes" in my really-drunk-southern-accent. I think that was probably also the night when I covered up in bed and, when you asked if I could breathe, I said that I had gills. That was a very interesting night.

Surely we didn't go to Waffle House that night. Or did we? Maybe that's when we saw the stroke guy there and that's why I can't remember it. Hmmm...