If I ever say "Let's do shots!" you know it's time to bitch slap me...and other observations

So Friday was Bastille Day, and what better way to celebrate it than at L'Enfant (which was having a French Maid sprint). Unfortunately the place was packed by the time FreshMeat and I showed up. So we headed up to the Angry Inch for a drink.

Um, yeah.

We were their ONLY costumers for most of the evening until we left (9:30?). And as such, the bartenders had a tendency to make our drinks REALLY strong. So that by the time we had our third drink I thought it was a FANTASTIC idea to start doing shots.

There's nothing more pathetic than being WASTED at 9 pm and passing out by 10.

The next evening I was supposed to be planning my London trip, but instead I got sucked into Unbreakable because neither FreshMeat nor I could remember the ending (by the way, the ending sucks...probably why I didn't remember it.).

note to self: try to limit shots to just Saturday night so the whole weekend isn't a waste...