Sadly, nothing great happened last night, but I reckon I’ll go through the motions anyway. There are some highlights.
I arrived in DC about 4:30 and met some friends at a restaurant. This was quite possibly the worst restaurant experience of my life. Most servers know that when someone downs a beer between their visits to the table, they should certainly offer the guest another one. Well that didn’t happen. And in this place’s attempt to not be a generic Mexican restaurant made their creative food pretty bland and boring. The lesson, stick to Monterrey.
After that, we picked up some beer went to my friend Jorge’s place. I of course also had a bottle of Jack with me (always be prepared, right?). While downing my first beer, I realize that I may not have all the ingredients for a Jack and Coke. “Jorge, do you have any ice?” Sadly, no. No ice. So after 3 or 4 beers I drank 2 mixtures of diet coke, water, and Jack. I shared some of the Jack. After his drink and my two, the 375 was 3/4 empty (or 1/4 full for you JD optimists).
Key notes:
- I coined a new phrase, “dollar-alcohol potential”. Yes, how drunk will I get for a given amount of money.
- As I learned the hard way several months ago, when you go out drinking in a strange town, make sure you keep a record of where your friends live.
We got to the bar around 8:30. I had two-and-a-half hours of all I could drink fun ahead of me. I know I drank a lot. I remember when someone pointed out that I was on my 4th drink. It seems that was still early in the evening.
After that everything is pretty fuzzy. I definitely don’t remember leaving the bar. Maybe I’m still there.
So there are approximately 10 hours for which I cannot account. Although, I think I may have hit something, because two of my knuckles hurt.
Check woodland circles bathroom wall, because that’s where we went when Busch’s head hurt.