"You look thirsty..."
I've recently been accused of being an alcohol pusher. I'm not saying that this is untrue, but until you meet Pete (jen's husband) you don't even know what a pusher is. Not that he wouldn't stop if someone really didn't want to drink, he just knows everyone wants to (and should) drink copius amounts of alcohol.

Anyway, this weekend we went home (for like, the umpteenth time because Brandon and an eye appointment) and I wanted to go out for my birthday. So, Brandon and I decided we'd go out either road tripping around Smeff or to the bars. It turned out that Brian was also home, so we asked him if he wanted to go out with us. Of course, he obliged and we went to Sneaky Pete's, the requisite Smeff bar. Brian is a lamer when it comes to drinking. He sipped his drink like it was toilet water or something. After I had had a few at the bar I told Brian he could not say another word at the table until he finished his drink... He did, and then got another one.

We went back to Brandon's house after we were at Pete's (there was a bachelor auction there anyway... lame) and I stopped the liquor store on the way there and picked up... you guess it... the Captain. In an ode to my long lost friend Becca, me and the Captain had a lovely evening at Brandon's house. Brian and the Captain had a nice night too, because Brian was totally wasted by like, 10pm. I was mixing shots of 1/2 Captain and 1/2 coke, and Brain spit his all over the table and Brandon... Very entertaining.

But, the point of this was not to get Brian totally shitfaced and watch him do stupid stuff... no. The point was that Brandon and Brian are hanging out now, Brian is telling us things, we're all becoming better friends. Anyway, it was a good time, and I can't wait to watch Brian do more funny stuff next time we're home.