The trouble with keggers

The trouble with keggers, my friends, is that one has paid a fixed rate for an unfixed amount of beer. This is the problem with open bars as well. The problem is, of course, that one has no impetus to stop drinking. When paying per drink, running out of money (or only brining enough money to buy a certain number of drinks) is a good way of ending the evening. When you have no limit, and your friends are minding the kegs... well, your evening turns out similar to mine, and includes compromising positions with coworkers, stumbling home with a stranger, and pizza.

I mean, not that compromising, but enough that my next shift will be entertaining. Its not the same coworker that I have the quasi-date with, its the one who came on to me at Bifteck last month. Ahh it was lovely. I will miss kissing in the snow when I am finally gone from this frigid hellhole.

Anyways, today has been very lazy, and I've been wandering around nude for about three hours. Just another reason to love having my own place. Will have to put on clothes soon, before Jess arrives to get ready for the Prom... heeheehee.