Am-ing

Last night, my pal Layne turned 21. For this reason, he, his brother Lee, Brett, Sterling, and I went on the usual 21-run. Our first stop was O'Daugherty's for dinner, accompanied by a bunch of other folks. However, there was not enough room for our large party (at that time, there were actually two other parties going on at the same time). Not having reservations, we went to Red Robin for a bit. They screwed up our order, so that meant dinner was on the house for me. I only had to pay for my beer. Layne had a TNT, which got him going. After that, we returned to O'Daugherty's, where Lee, Brett, and Layne sang on the bar, much to the chagrine of this one sloshed bitch. Brett got Layne a mind-eraser, and Lee got him a Fat Tire. I myself indulged in a bit of Snowcap. After everybody else left, Lee, Layne, Sterling, Brett, and I went over to Fast Eddie's so Layne could spin the wheel. He got 10 bucks worth of drinks, which made him happy. After a few beers there (and an Alligator Pee-pee for Brett, plus a gladiator and Jaeger), we headed over to Fizzy Mulligan's for more. We each had a few drinks there, followed by cigars. By the end of the evening, Layne was totally blitzed. It was quite the scene. Sterling was also quite silly. By the end of the evening, he and Layne were comparing their penises to Canada, Godzilla, and other such large phallic things. When we got back, Lee and I had to put them to bed. Whew! Needless to say, it was something else.

Update! Upon further conversation with Layne on the matter, I have come to the conclusion that Layne was not drunk, and that the entirety of this post can probably be safely ignored as the delusional ramblings of a paranoid madman (namely, me).