I Had an Interesting Night

Big Red and I declare "mix-it-up" weekdays which basically means we drink after work. Yesterday was mix-it-up Wednesday. We went straight to Trinity where they have even awesomer specials on Wednesday. Specifically, half price all drinks. So Big Red and I are there chatting it up. When the marginal cost of another drink is basically negligible, you tend to drink more than you should. Well, we did just that. We left the place around 8:30 and I told her that I needed some brew dogs for the house. Conveniently there was a liquor store right there. Our purchases were the paradigm of classy- a 30 pack of Keystone Ice and a 40 of Olde English 800. When we stepped up to pay the cashier he asked, "Are you over 21?" Big Red answers "yes." Cashier responds, "ok" and rings up the purchase. Word is bond.
On the cab ride back to the house Red brought up a good point. She said something like, "You know, we're the only ones that keep it real. It's a Wednesday and we're sitting in a cab with Keyston and OE." True that, Big Red. True that. However, my life is more of an example of when keeping it real goes wrong.
We played some pong back at the spot and then watched American Gladiators. We both passed out in the living room. D Fo came back late and I think he put my Sox ticket on my face. Glorious. BR apparently woke up at 3am, set off the alarm on her way out, and made it back home. I guess D Fo got up and managed to disarm it.
Work today was awful. I swear to God every time I'm hungover I get killed at work. Which is what happens. Boo-urns.