YAY FOR BOOZE.

Last night we had a wrap-up party for the film lab class, which took place at Wahoo's Fish Tacos (no, seriously). They had a buffet of sorts set up, with tacos and quesadillas and chips, thankfully with some chicken and steak varieties. But most importantly, they had a fixed tab at the bar, and frozen margaritas therein. I think the guy got tired of serving drinks, so my last one, he was like, "Do you want a floater of tequila?" WHILE he went ahead and poured one in.

After four hours of that, the tab was ended and people went home. Seven of us were hanging around outside, and we all realized in tandem that if we also went home, it was early enough that we could be reasonably expected to do some work. So we went to the pub for another two hours, where I had a lovely ten year Glenkinchie and a bowl of ice cream, which totally don't go together except for how they do. Having successfully wasted enough time to not have to work anymore, we then went home, where we could have actually done work, since it was only midnight, but we're old.