So a few years back my office was in Downtown LA. A former co-worker of mine (Kyle) invited me to his birthday party up in the Valley on Saturday night. I lived in West LA at the time but had a friend (Dave) who lived in the Valley close to where the birthday party was going down, so Dave and I decided to play golf that afternoon. It was hot and they had a special on beer sold by the hot girl in the golf cart, so we had a nice buzz by the time we got back to his place to get cleaned up.
We pre-partied and had some munchies after we’d showered then took a taxi over to the club hosting the birthday thirty minutes after the party had started. When we found him, Kyle was pretty hammered already and introduced us around to his friends. I knew some of them from a few years back and we exchanged greetings. As we were talking I realized that I was just as drunk as Kyle as neither of us were really saying anything that was coherent. I thought it might be a good idea to have a few water bottles as a spacer and throttle back, so I chilled out in the corner for awhile with Dave. I noticed a group of cute Asian girls arrived a few minutes later and they hugged Kyle and gave him a birthday gift. I exchanged long glances with one of them and Dave laughed at me.