Long live cheap beer.

Now I distinctly remember why I used to like college bars. You can argue all you want saying the crowd sucks, and so does the music, and overall it is not appropriate to show your face there after you graduated. Stop feeding me your bullshit... I am convinced now, it is all irrelevant.
As you've probably guessed, that's where I was last night. It was B.'s birthday and M. invited me to come along. Me, in turn, dragged along R. in case I should get bored and we decide to leave. Plus, I figured it would be a nice change of environment for both of us. We got there around 11PM convinced no one charges cover fees in a college bar. Wrong number one. They did have a cover. However, when R. and I headed out to a nearest ATM, the guy on the doors just told us to go ahead... Positive number one: nowhere decent in DC would you be able to sneak in without the cover (that is, unless you know someone). Here, you don't even have to ask. The first place I headed for, was the bar. Once again, I was sure, they don't even take a credit card. Wrong number two. They do. Positive number two: they don't have a spending limit on it, and sometimes they forget to put all that you ordered on your tab. Case in point, when my bill arrived, I was only charged for two drinks instead of three that I actually ordered. In reality, I still expected to pay around twenty dollars (including tips) for all that I had. Wrong number three. College bar drinks are dirty cheap since students never have money ( I was one, so I remember). Positive number three: I paid less than seven bucks for all my drinks. You cannot beat that... anywhere... in DC. But you also don't encounter uneven, impossible to dance on, floors anywhere in DC. Oh well, just one little flaw among all the positives...
Afterwards, the guys headed home, and I got a phone call from T. inviting me to join him at another DC lounge. R. was up for it and so less than twenty minuted, we were there. He smuggled us in to avoid the lines and check ups, and hence the party started. The moment I walked in there though, I ran into S. Whom I previously asked what he was up to but he didn't respond. Oh well. Misunderstandings happen... Nothing excitingly interesting happened that night, and after some serious body shaking (not from my side, mind you), R. and I headed home... Or shall I say, to get some food. I was tired as hell and was hoping to get something real fast and crash at R.'s place. But no, she decided it was imperative to drive all the way to Crystal City to eat... as if DC doesn't have McDonald's. But we did, stopping by to pick up some more food for S. too. We then headed to his house instead of R.'s, where we finally ate. At that point, I was practically starving and did not care much where we are going. Although I was the one driving while R. fed me some bread from the back seat. As soon a I finished my food, I pretty much passed out in the chair while S. and R. were still blabbing about nothing. We ended up staying their for the night, and she drove me back the next morning.
So here I am, having just gotten home, trying to get a hold of N. since she called me earlier this week to see if I wanted to go out.
Naturally, I am always up for it...