My Thursday night wasn't meant to include any:

-drinks other than the quick pint with the Usual Suspects at the local pub

-stuffing my bag with three wine glasses from the pub (I figured out I was expected to do so, after breaking all of our four glasses by myself the past week end)

-going to that crap club which name I can't even remember

-falling into randoms' tables, spilling their drinks all over their cheap sparkling dresses, and thinking I could get away by a "WOOPS! Sorry people! On the bright side I made your night! I'm sure nothing else happened to you until I fell on your table! This place really sucks! Anyway nice to meet you all, have fun and don't fall on other people's tables!"

-Upper-body-dancing for half an hour on the shitty music while sitting on SA's lap.


Oh my...

I think the best part was the illegal taxi ride on the way back.
We asked if we could smoke inside. The poor driver said yes, but only one at a time, and with the window open.
Of course, the four of us lit up almost instantly.
And of course, about thirty seconds later, there was a bump on the road, and one of the Usual Suspects accidentally stuck his lit cigarette right in the ceiling of the cab.
The driver didn't notice, but when it was getting stifling from the smell of burnt carpet at the back and when the hole in the ceiling reached the size of a pizza, we stopped the car, threw a few pounds at the poor guy and left running.



Skipping dinner and drinking wine is not a good look, really....