After our burrito and whiskeys are finished, we head back to his place to have a night "on the cheap" - messing around on the computer, playing darts, and drinking a bit. I decide I need a new bottle of Bulleit as I've almost demolished the bottle at home already (after about one week of ownership). We stop at the Route 16 Foodmaster, where we find some nice, quality bourbons - and there it is, bottles of Bulleit on the top shelf.
We return to JF's place and begin drinking and playing darts. Here's the result. The lesson? Never rub another man's rhubarb. Oh wait, that's a movie I saw once...never drink in large quantities and try to play an organized game of darts.
Who says Tuesday nights can't be fun anymore?