HAHAH That's fair. I have only went bar hopping once... it was fun but I don't get the appeal of doing it all the time.
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I can't even drink like I used to. Like, in college, I'd be able to split a 30-pack with my friend on Saturday night and then get up for work first thing Sunday morning. Now? I'll have 4 or 5 beers and be completely worthless the next day. I'm not sure if it's my getting older, or if it's just the fact that I went from drinking almost every day to now partaking once a month.
For the information of members and their guests, B Mac moved from the Northern Territory - a.k.a. Bumfuck, Nowhere, Australia. Highlights include -
http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/med...odd-tavern.jpg
http://www.spiritland.net/galleries/...tory/ntc44.jpg
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http://www.whiteindianhousewife.com/...-Territory.jpg
http://www.jennytalia.com/wp-content.../IMG_19762.jpg
Going off in the top end!!! Only B Mac could move to arguably the biggest city in Australia and mourn his old social life. But hey, there's much lower expectations in the outback ;)
Speaking of throwing up in tubs and stuff like that: when I was at the Art Institute, I lived in a small little community of townhouses behind the school that was specifically designated for students. Because it was wall to wall kids, there were parties to be found almost every day of the week. There was this one girl, in particular, who was absolutely gorgeous, and probably the best looking girl in our neighborhood. All the dudes wanted her...until they found out about her secret. Girl loved to party, but when she had too much to drink, she would wander off into a random room, go in the closet, cop a squat, and just shit all over the place. Like, this wasn't a random occurrence. She soiled many a carpet. Such is the story of Crapper Kate.