Irony & Wine

I made a semi-drunken promise to my very drunk friend Mat to blog about the last time we hung out. So - here goes:

In an attempt to bring the Thursday night drinks back to popularity, Mat and I have sent emails to the group the past two weeks. The first week it was me and one other admin. Nothing special. This week it was Mat and I. Common attendee? Yeah, I have nothing more to do than drink, apparently.

So we headed to a nice spot in the Mission called the Latin American. Nice place - odd decor and nice bar staff - just my thing. We had a few drinks - all the while Mat kept declaring he was only having two rounds. (To his credit, the rounds consisted of one whiskey shot and one beer) I sipped on his whiskey, but he had most of it. I had two beers. We bitched about work.

Then he decided that it was time to go - but I was just getting started. So I said we should grab dinner somewhere that I could drink wine. (Yes, I am a crafty motherfucker) We headed across the street to a tapas restaurant. I ordered a carafe of Sangria for us to share. Well, I didn't do most of the pouring - he kept refilling the glasses when they were empty (which was mostly his). Anyway, at the end of the meal, I was toasty but by no means drunk. Mat was wasted.

Awesome.

It's a nice switch from the norm - since I've spent many a night on Mat's couch hanging between passing out and vomiting.

I had to escort the drunky home to make sure he got back without a problem - it's only fair to make sure he didn't get abducted on the walk home. When we got there, we smoked some pot - which only made Mat more retarded. He could only open one eye, as he was seeing in double. Oh yes, I've been there my friend.

Then he had to vomit. Which was good. I told him he had to get the evil out.

I left to get to Bart only after I made sure Mat was going to pass out on his side so he didn't drown in his own vomit.

Fun times. Even more fun? Working with Mat the next day and laughing at how sad and hungover he was.

Yes, I'm evil. But I really only provide people with an excuse to drink the amount that they'd like to but are too afraid to do themselves. At least that's what I tell myself.

Word.