My Life as a Designated Driver

I was made for this role. I have always wanted to be the responsible one who gets to decide everything. Not all the time, but occasionally. We went out, found the bar, had a lot of fun, actually. There was drinking, giggling, dancing, hitting-upon, and drunk math (I'm kidding about the last one, I calculated the tip). Then we went to get ice cream. I had a banana split. It was quite yummy. We only stayed out 'til 11:30pm, and that was very fine by me. I'm not a late night partier. I believe one should start around seven and end around eleven. Sleep is good.

Things I have learned about slightly (and not-so-slightly) drunk people: Their tongues are loosened, if you want to know something they wouldn't normally tell you, get them a drink or three. It doesn't take much to get them laughing (figured that one out already). Balance, after a while, is a problem. Drunk people are easily diverted, bring up a new subject, and they basically forget the past. Also, they are basically children, treating them as such is possibly a good idea. (Example: Don't let them wander, or drive). I must say, I get this whole designated driver thing a lot better, now. It's cool.

I should go finish things.
See ya.
Greenly