So I went out for beers with my department like we do, but then it turned out it’s this one guy’s birthday tomorrow, which no one realized until 11 PM, which is late for academics in Vancouver. So then we had to do shots. I love shots, but then I got drunk enough I decided to walk home after midnight. On a weeknight. In Vancouver. From Kits. I naturally abandoned that plan as soon as there was a bus that actually passed me because no one goes out at night in Vancouver.

Then I got a quote from my “Famous Drunkards” shotglasses, but I decided against having more bourbon, because; drunk.