Saturday night I went to see Dracula with some friends. My married friends hosted drinks and dinner before the play. I was late, as usual, and found that I had some drinking to do to catch up with the rest of the party. I had a couple of glasses of whisky at their house. A drink on the way to theatre (I was not driving). The play was good, but the Knob Creek at Intermission was better. Then we went back the house and had a couple of more glasses of whisky. We were going to go to a bunch of haunted houses, but decided to go a dive bar and drink more. Shared a bourbon on the way to the bar. I had at least 2 more Jack Daniels on the rocks at the bar. Everyone in the party felt me up, I kissed a girl to prove that boys are stupid, and smoked so many cigarettes that I couldn’t talk on Sunday. A good time was had by all.