So we start off our night @ Bourbon St for their delicious $3 burgers. Sean (read: midget) has about three beers (Guiness)… He’s fine and dandy. A couple hours later, Sean, Adam, Mike, and I head down to The Pub for $1 Bud night and then Sullivan meets up with us. Sean has prolly had about 3 Bud Lights at this point. We sit down at one of the tables there and I talk a couple of decently good looking girls into sitting with us as we start to play quarters. Sean has had a few more beers in this time period. So we’re sitting around, having a grand old time, when Sean looks down, and throws up all over the floor. The girls are like “OMG WHAT!!!” and everyone else is like “Sean… Really?” So we move over to the next table and act like nothing happened. Someone comes over and mops so everything’s all good. After this incident, no one has seen or heard from Sean.
Around 3 I think. I was pissed at you until I got to your place… “Fucking douche, my jacket and car keys are in his car…”
Then we got to your place and your car was unlocked w/ keys in it. I got the Subaru stuck on the ice, then I pulled forward mroe and stuffed the bumper pretty good then I got out easily.
