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Okay, it's 10:30 in the morning and I'm still a wee bit drunk. I went out last night to the club with a few friends. The club was pretty dead. Lame.

I started off with 2 designated drivers and one more supposed to be coming later. I started off pretty easy with a bottle of champagne. Then moved on to China Whites.

The first designated driver gets bored and goes home (11:30 pm?)

A friend bought me a white russian, not my style but hey, I'm not going to say no to free booze.

Here's where it gets messy. Tequila was on special. $3.50 Cuervo.... and my friend was paying.... so long as it was shot for shot. Buddys 6'4" and quite the drinker. Back in the day, when I was more of a drinker I could drink this guy under the table but now, not so much.

So I decide it's a good time to dance. But the only dancing I can do is moshing and grinding! Oh well, I grab a couple friends and off to the dance floor we go. Seems like all but one of my friends are TERRIBLE at grinding! So I attempted to teach a few of them. Didn't work so well. I suppose you either have it or you don't.

So back to the table for more tequila shots and to make out with the only female friend that showed up. Then more tequila shots and dancing.

So I dance a little for a guy one of my friends brought. I ask him if he wants me to grab him a drink. He gave me a 10 and I headed over to the bar to grab it due to the fact that our server was fucking slow.

At the bar, I see my friend Arka! He came late, but late's better than never. I do my shots and we head back to the table with a rum n coke for the silly boy that gave me more than exact change.

There was more dancing, and making out with various people until finally the lights came on and it was time to go.


We all head over to Denny's for some food before we all get dropped off at our respective places.

Conclusion: Last night failed because I remember it.