just another thursday

the last thursday before school begins, i drag my sorry butt back to skybar. the salsa crew and i arrive at 9:30 and leave at 12:30. we leave after e. tells me i have slapped the man dancing next to us, in the rear, no less than 3 times. i had no recollection of this sordid affair, and thus decided we needed to leave, immediately.
i've always said that i don't need to drink to be drunk.