Man, it was a blackout-type night and I can't even remember how I got home. I just looked through my wallet and I have 80$ (not sure how I got that because I know that I didn't go to an ATM and it's not on my bank report) and my credit card is missing. I just called the bar and the lady said that they have it locked up in the Manager's office. She laughed and said that I'd be amazed at how often that happens.
Nights like those are one of the reasons I hate going out and getting shit faced. And boy was I ever shit faced last night. My buddies even went to the valet with my ticket and told them to refuse me the car if I tried to pick it up.
Drinking is bad, mkay.