Ah, the confining freedom of alcohol...wherein you are allowed to do whatever you like, as long as it does not require any sort of rationale or clear thought.

I was kind of looking forward to doing one more song tonight, but everyone seemed to want to leave and I'd clearly had a greater alcohol-to-food ratio than everyone else. Sue me. I *like* crowds. I don't mind not being able to hear my friends next to me, 'cause if it's really important, I'll just wander outside and they'll follow. It occurs to me now that I have no idea when we left or when I got home, though I approximate the former to be somewhere just after midnight and the latter to be just before one-ish.

Or something.

So, what's the lesson for this evening? Crowds are good and being drunk makes it even better. We will remember this next Monday and (not) eat accordingly...

Totally.

Oh, that reminds me...gotta practice my Nickelback...;>

woohoo!