Still Can Keep Up

This post is being written in a hazy stupor after a self-inflicted night of debauchery at 2 AM. Okay, not quite debauchery--just an evening of excessive drinking with the guys. One of my labmates was having his stag night (translated from Canadian: bachelor party) tonight, a few months before his wedding, due to scheduling conflicts. The activities included a steak dinner, followed by a pub crawl of the local downtown area. My personal goal was to try to match the character of the drink to each bar. The nine of us hit:

• [edit] Ali Baba (dinner here; steak house): pint of ale, a few glasses of beaujolais.
  
• The Duke of Wellington (British pub, complete with the football match on the telly): pint of Guinness
  
• The Vault (ultra-stylish bar with a thumping backbeat; the place seems perpetually empty): Manhattan-based drink (a "Brooklyn Bridge": whiskey, red vermouth, plus a dash of cherry brandy to smooth it out.)
  
• The Silver Spur (horrible karaoke/Western bar): shot of Tequilla (I am heading back to the States to collect my guns if I hear another version of "You're as cold as ice/You're willing to sacrifice our love...")
  
• Jane Bond (a funky bar with a relaxed hang-out atmosphere): a "Blue Velvet"--martini-type drink based off of Blue Curacao
  
• The Heuther (the local hang-out-and-drink pitchers of beer place): several pints of the in-hour brewed beer

I'm just glad that I managed to keep up with the ~25 year olds that were there. In fact, they stopped drinking before I did. Heh. I guess living at Tep was good for something, right? Now I just have to hope that synthetic livers are coming soon...

Anyway, I think we showed the groom a very good time that will require a morning of recovery, at the very least. A very interesting dynamic going on between the groom and the married matron of honor, but that's a story for another time.

As for me: a liter of water, two prophylactic Advils, and time for bed. G'night.