My Saturday Night

First this happened:




Then This happened:



Then I slept in my car for a while after leaving the bar, and drove home through the fields to avoid any possibility of DUI checkpoints. I was sober, but I don't trust those breathalizer things. Also, I got lost driving through the fields and it took me about half an hour to get home from a bar that is 10 minutes away.

All in all it was a pretty solid night. I drank four pitchers of beer and only paid for two of them. It was a combination of being on a first name basis with the owner, and the fact that there was a cougar working behind the bar.

Oh you never cease to amaze me. So how long did it take for you to realize you were lost?

Long enough that I had no chance of remembering which turns I'd already taken, so there was no hope of being able to backtrack. I'm lucky I didn't end up in Kansas.

So much for being sober.