Anyway, you can just imagine the fun that I have there, so much fun that a number of the servers and bartenders remembered me from the last trip in November. I rarely even had to ask for a beverage before two were placed in front of me.
That being said, I don't remember much of the trip. The one "high light" that still sticks in my head is me walking/stumbling back to the room, two beers in hand, a couple asking if I was ok, me passing them, looking to my left as I mumbled something unintelligible, and smashing my right hand beer into a wall, completely crushing the plastic cup, all the while not getting a single drop on myself. I didn't even look back. I knew what it was going to look like. I put my head down and hurried back to the room where I found that in my haste I had spilled half of my second beer. Talk about a glass half full (plus one full empty).