On Saturday, I woke up early, came into the office to get some work done, and then headed home to relax in the afternoon before a friend's birthday drinks. I was even sitting down to watch an episode of Jeopardy.
Then, Juice called. He wanted to swing by and pick up his backpack that I had borrowed months ago for South America.
Within seconds of him and Stranger walking through the door, we were all drinking vodka on my balcony, and hours later I was incoherent and embarassing myself on Crown Street.
You know you've had an unacceptable night when a female friend texts you the next day and thanks you for grabbing her crotch in public.