yes, me and gene and gabbi went bar-hopping. actually, we didn't hop much. instead we stuck to one bar, and later popped in briefly to another before giving up.

the bar was called 'havana' and had a surprisingly yummie vibe. it's a cuban restaurant/"night club" but it was so nice and small and just dark enough, and just warm enough. the only complaint from me is that all the chairs are those high chairs, and since i hate chairs, especially high ones i kind of had to stand every now and then.

they played some strange sort of mix between ambient trance music and nine inch nails light in the background, and for some reason it really agreed with me. i found myself dancing disjointedly every now and then, to people's amusement.

we started off with a pitcher of margaritas. i wasn't too happy with that because for some reason i cannot like them, but i figured out what it was i hated about them and eliminated it - it was the salt. i hate salt, and when they rim the glass with it.. ick.

as it was i got a clean glass and ended up having two margaritas, and then a large screwdriver. and then i couldn't help myself. it was time for tequila shots. and i ended up having 8 of those. yes, i could walk straight. don't be silly.

after a while we moved to the actual bar because i discovered that an old episode of homicide: life on the streets was playing on the tv set, and i chatted a bit with the bartender. i watched gene get drunker and drunker ( it -was- his 21st birthday after all) and gabbi get more serious (he drank very little though, as he was the designated driver.)

all i know is, around 2 a.m. we left havana and i proved that i can be very drunk and still walk straight and talk clearly if i put my mind to it, and the proceeded to hug a lamp poll and call gene a little fucker repeatedly.

gabbi went to the apartement and got a camera, leaving me and gene stranded a while cussing and giggling and leaning and whining, and then snapped some pictures i hope never make it out of development.