My favorite part of the night: I had never met John H. and somebody told me he was right behind me speaking with another fellow. As their conversation ended I introduced myself and we proceeded to chit chat. I expressed my concern with my own drinking too many beers over the course of the evening. John said, "Yeah, I'm wasted," and I thought it sort of peculiar. I asked him, "Really? You don't seem to be acting out of the ordinary (as I'm thinking to myself, 'I really must look like an ass...'). I'm under the assumption for the whole duration of our 15 minute conversation that he's just as inebriated as I am. After our conversation sort of fizzles out the waiter walks up to us and hands us our respective bills for the evening. The waiter says to me and Gina, "I put your 4 Pale Ales and your 3 Pale ales on the same bill." "Thanks." I say. The waiter turns to John and says, "Here's the bill for your one Budweiser."
It was good to meet some new faces and I had a laugh at my own expense the next day remembering the first time I met John H. Stay safe, friends.