Too Drunk to Text

The eve before Thanksgiving is recognized as the biggest bar night of the year and I'm pleased to say we did it up right. We looked hot.

You know you're impaired when your texting ability goes out the window. By ability, I mean competence to accurately respond to a question and successfully send a text message (with text). Earlier that day, I'd told TheGuy our plan for the evening was to go to Chambers. Here was our exchange:

TheGuy (12:01 am): How's Chambers?

Me (12:07 am): At Loop now. You?

TheGuy (12:19 am): In St. Paul

Me (12:59 am):

TheGuy (1:25 am): ?