Whining about last night

So, last night, post training, which wasn’t especially useful, I wanted to go to a party in the city, that one of the other medics was throwing. My first choice in rides canceled, nobody else at the training wanted to go, except for Russell, who said “come with me to the Bear’s Lair (UC Berkeley on campus bar), we’ll only be there a few minutes, then we’ll go.” If by “few minutes” he meant “two hours” and by “go” he meant “not go”, then he was completely correct. More likely he was just being his ego-centric self, and wanted me along for the attention I could be milked for. Then I later remembered ‘s and ‘s housewarming was last night too. Conveniently bart-able if I’m not mistaken. Bleh.