Revenge of the Leprechauns

I lost count of the pints. I know there was some whiskey amidst the beers.

At any given point, I wasn't really more than mildly-buzzed. I was really enjoying the company of good friends more than the beer. The fact that there were tons of scantily-clad, 20-something young women about didn't hurt at all.

Losing my umbrella while headed out? That was a bit of a blow. I think I left it in the bootleg cab we took.

That hurt, but such is the way of things. I regret nothing.