So last night I goes out. 'We won't be staying at Mick's place long, right?' I ask. Mick's one of Jason's friends. I got to beat him up in the play. 'No,' goes Jason. 'We have to be at the pool comp by eight. And I wanna see some of happy hour.' So after sitting around at Mick's place watching them smoke and watch television for an hour, we decide to get off our arses and get going to the pub. It was no problem, really. Just a pain in the butt while it was happening. At the pub... well... I got drunk. Had a good time. Came home. Huzzah.