Beer theory
Naomi has a beer theory that makes a lot of sense. If you are out with someone, generally you will alternate buying beer for each other. Every time you think to get more beer, you will ask your friend(s) if they want another. They will agree, its time for another, and you will go get beer. As soon as someone goes to get beer without asking first (ie: just disappears and shows up sometime later with beer) you know that they are drunk, and by logical association you are too. Indeed, last night when Jo showed up with beer, having disappeared while I was busy being smitten with that cute girl with the red hair, I knew it was over. My own personal test of drunkenness comes after the fact: If your morning starts with a beer count, you know it was a dirty night. In this case, both were true.
Prior to hitting the town, I lamented to Jo that I wasn't fun enough, but was hopefully becoming moreso. He believes that his fun-level is declining. We argued about what exactly made someone 'fun', and concluded that it was a mix of things, from confidence to spontaneity to a healthy disregard for societal norms. If this constitutes fun, then man was I fun last night. Made friends in line with two very drunk French boys who came back to us all night exclaiming how great we were and how we should hang out again (nothing sexual intended of course) but alas, we never saw them before we left. The sheer randomness of the evening was astounding, and for the record, telling a woman you think she is beautiful is a fabulous idea, but it might make her boyfriend inclined to think you are going to have a threesome with them. Boys are silly. Further to that, kissing said girl will definitely make the boyfriend think it, so its important to set up first that you don't intend to go there. She was totally stunning though, it was too bad she was with him. But I too was with a man, good for protection and general dancing, and we danced like crazy until 2:30 and then dragged our sorry asses home. I probably could have kept going, but that's non-drowsy cold medication for you. Something must be going my way though, because I feel way better than I did yesterday... if you discount my hangover of course.
Prior to hitting the town, I lamented to Jo that I wasn't fun enough, but was hopefully becoming moreso. He believes that his fun-level is declining. We argued about what exactly made someone 'fun', and concluded that it was a mix of things, from confidence to spontaneity to a healthy disregard for societal norms. If this constitutes fun, then man was I fun last night. Made friends in line with two very drunk French boys who came back to us all night exclaiming how great we were and how we should hang out again (nothing sexual intended of course) but alas, we never saw them before we left. The sheer randomness of the evening was astounding, and for the record, telling a woman you think she is beautiful is a fabulous idea, but it might make her boyfriend inclined to think you are going to have a threesome with them. Boys are silly. Further to that, kissing said girl will definitely make the boyfriend think it, so its important to set up first that you don't intend to go there. She was totally stunning though, it was too bad she was with him. But I too was with a man, good for protection and general dancing, and we danced like crazy until 2:30 and then dragged our sorry asses home. I probably could have kept going, but that's non-drowsy cold medication for you. Something must be going my way though, because I feel way better than I did yesterday... if you discount my hangover of course.

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