So tonight I drank heavily, took vicodin which I was not prescribed (stole it from a friend) and generaly set myself up for failure, but I was redeemed by one crazy old man...
I went to the bar after 10 beers, a shot of lime vodka and a dose of tequila. Once at the bar a 50-60 year old man laid claim to me and told me what a great guy I was. He took my hand and kissed it roughly 30 times in the 45-60 min period I spent with him. My friends were down elsewhere laughing at my situation as this bat shit crazy drunk guy bought me drinks and kissed my hand and 1 or 2 times my cheeks. It was rather frightingning. He eventually got mad and told me to get away and he stormed off to a new bar, which it appeared he was refused service due to his bombed up state, Truly a unique evening.......