It had been a while since I actually went out to a bar to have a good time, so last night I went to this Bar called Dukes to do a little Fat Tuesday drinking, but before we went we had a few drinks to start off the night. We cheifed a couple bowls of some Cali I had from last week on the way and were completely gorded by the time we got there. As soon as we walked in I was handed a jello shot and a Gator Bite, neither of which needed to be paid for. Then I had a tequila sunrise and a tuaca lemon drop. I was starting to get fuzzy at this point, but luckily they had a crawfish eating contest so that brought my drunken stuper down a bit. Plus I had the killer munchies, so I was pretty happy. I didn't even get close to winning, actually I really don't even like crawfish, I just entered the contest so I could spend more money on drinks and less money on food. I know I know, I'm a cheap bastard. Anyway, the last thing I remember I was downing shots with the bartender and Keshia and then this morning I woke up at her apartment. I don't remember how we got back, but oh well, what can you do? The onlt thing that pisses me off is that we smoked all my cali and I'm pretty sure I was too fucking drunk to enjoy it. Alcohol sucks.