Last night was the first happy hour celebrated at my apartment. When the last of my friends stumbled out after 3am, it gave me pause to reflect:
- Any happy hour that begins at 5pm and lasts past 3am is a good happy hour
- One gent drank two bottles (yes two bottles) of Disaronno Amaretto. He didn't bother with a mixer. He didn't bother with other beverages. He just drank straight Disaronno all night. He then drove himself home.
- One gent took the Jack Daniels off the bar. Removed the cap. And began to chug.
- The drunk dialing started and the recipients soon grew wise not to pick up the phone. A slew of drunken voice mails were left to various individuals. Then the text messages began. Apologies were sent this morning.
- Jameson shots: good idea. Jose Cuervo shots: good idea. Jaeger shots: Bad...bad idea
- I was the host of the party, yet my house and car keys ended up in Arlington Heights. Puzzling.
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