Party like a rockstar. Kick
I was at dirty little microbrewery last night rocking out with some local bands and found myself talking to a drunken philosopher. He spent some time trying to explain to me the similarities between Aristotle and some guy who liked to talk about ping pong. Before that obsessed with furthering the redistribution of goods. He did this by handing out small amounts of popcorn to everyone sitting around us. He was simultaneously one of the smartest men I've ever met and the drunkest. That made for a very entertaining combination. When he went to the bathroom his girlfriend apologized repeatedly to us for his actions. She didn’t kneed to apologize to me because I was having fun. Later in the evening, when everyone but me was drunk, I got to drive Jenny's Volkswagen around Kalamazoo. I think I did quite well seeing as I can't remember the last time I drove a stick.