Chasing another drunk friend around who hops in a cab to go home.
Trying frantically to get directions to my ride home to pick me up, as he had walked ahead to get the car for drunk friend and I before drunk friend hopped in car.
Trying to find way to expressway from said friend’s apartment.
Wanting to cry cry cry out of frustration but cannot, because I have to be reasonable friend for drunk friend, and apologetic friend for friend driving me home.
S (the former CB) is a beautiful wonderful person.
I want to marry him right now.
I will not want to marry him tomorrow, so no worries. I don't live in Vegas after all.
... except for that, a good night. For those of you looking for a good drink: Stoli strawberry or Stoli raspberry and sour. yum.