Because of Me and Grey Goose, Someone Was Able to Tell This Story
"Oh my God, you're not going to believe what happened last night. So we're getting into a cab and all of a sudden this big, tattooed guy with a wolf shirt on barges into the front seat and demands to be taken home. I like totally said "get out" but then he said he would pay for our ride; which was cool until he opened the window and threw up for the next 23 blocks. Who does that?"
I do that. I also learned a lesson: Free bottle service is a bad, bad idea. I'm no mixologist, and maybe I have too heavy of a pouring hand to be trusted to make my own drinks. I'm debating if I should just stick to beer or forget drinking altogether. It was that bad of a night. Sorry taxi chicks.