Thou shalt not over-imbibe vodka, especially crappy tasting SKYY Vodka.

It's been ages since I've had a big night out. The days of opening bottles at clubs seem like a distant memory, heralding back to my undergraduate days. In any case, last night sparked a revival in which a bunch of friends and I had a table at Beach Club (I know, I know...what were we thinking?) and a bottle of SKYY and a bottle of CHIVAS.

I only had about a glass or so of CHIVAS in all. Being a dance maniac and the fact that half-decent music was playing on the dance floor, I was pretty much subjecting alot of unfortunate people to my version of dancing i.e. manic gyrating. By the time I got back to the table, the CHIVAS was pretty much gone (the bastards...but you have to grant that they have good taste) so I pretty much had to stick with the SKYY which was pretty damn nasty.

In any case, I definitely got my money's worth with all the SKYY-chugging I did. As testament to the fact, I did have a little trouble negotiating the stairs down the entrance of the club and I did fall out of Steve's car. In my defence, I didn't realise that Steve's Audi TT had a low suspension and so I miscalculated the distance getting out of the car. I mean, seriously, nobody would actually want to fall out of the car unless it was an accident.

All in all, it was fun. For one night, nothing else mattered but having fun in the present.