This is what happens on a Saturday night. After an evening of drinking and chatting it up at the bar, Dave goes and drops a beer. Shortly after I remember trying to get into the wrong car. We also went to Taco Bell, which probably wasn't the best idea ever. I have no idea what I ate. Charise also was in no condition to drive, but apparently we made it home. We really wanted to make it to the East End for last call, but it was already 2 am. Apparently Raf called Charise during our ride home, but none of us can recall a phone call. My body hated me when I made it upstairs.