When Thursday Night Refuses To End

To all my friends who I kept out too late at a bar or club without anything coming of it, I apologize. At 2am on an early Friday morn, I now know what it feels like. Dinner and a pitcher turned into four pitchers, five games of pool with random people, extra pints for my drunk friend who refused to sober up, and me hitting on three girls - two of whom I really wasn't interested in. They were cute enough; I just wanted to go home.

Key Conversation of the night:

Girl: Honestly, I know I look good, and 10 out of 10 guys who approach me want to fuck me, and don't even care what my name is or where I live.
Coletrain: Wow. What is your name anyway?

Happy Friday people.