I'm not gonna name any names, but someone had a little too much fun and exposed themself as a girlfriend thief. That's right. Someone got ham hawked, ish-tanked, housed, faced, whatever superlative comes most naturally. Apparently, being an excess kind of guy can have a down side, namely, embarrassing one self and hand holding with others' girlfriends. Innocent as said hand hold was, it might be crossing the line a little. It felt so right at the time.
Somehow it got rattling around in my head that I wanted a drink. I was hanging with some friends who, as far as I know, tolerated the antics with grace. They had a well stocked liquor cabinet. "Hey Corey, want some Kracken rum? Fine Whiskey, perhaps? Seagrams?" Nope. Give me the Winners Cup vodka and a sprite. I'll take care of the rest. Chico State was calling me. Once the familiar warmth hit me after my first titanic slug, I went back to the well. Before long, the bottle was empty and I was housed. Bummer. Still feel pretty embarrassed. But whoever said moderation in all things didn't know how to party.