Friday night turned out to be a shittier version of The Hangover for us. Shittier by way of not getting thousands of dollars, no one marrying a hot wife, not hanging out with Mike Tyson (although Caddy could make a connection here I think), or basically anything good that happened in that movie. All we really accomplished was the foolhardy decision to "stay downtown and have a bro night." What that actually entails is spending way too much money and making total asses of ourselves. Our deal to buy each other really gay drinks flew awry quickly when the Soul received his in a normal glass and it wasn't even neon colored nor did it have an umbrella. Thanks, bartender, for giving him something that looks totally hetero but tastes like alcoholic sour patch kids.
There were many highlights of the night, including leaving Soul's precious Sebring wallowing in the streets of downtown, sure to get a ticket the next morning because there was no way we were waking up before 8 AM. That decision being made despite the fact that Chopkins was with him (grinding on him) and mostly sober by the time the two of them declined a free ride home 30 minutes before. They took a cab back as Soul immediately fell asleep and hit his head very forcefully against the window every time the driver took a turn.
I'm pretty sure that during all of this, Caddy was making himself useful by antagonizing the local Hawaiian population. Naked. Well, I guess we all know how that turned out (See: hidden over/under from last weekend).
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