After we had finished, Buf and I decided that we wanted to go to a bar, so he could get his free drinks at midnight. It was just the two of us, since I was the only other person who was 21 at the time.

We get to the bar, both 2 forties deep, and feeling pretty loaded. We both ended up getting waaaaaay drunk (I know that for me, I had a long island, 2 martinis, 2 gin and tonics, and a Guinness, which put me somewhere in the neighborhood of 15 drinks for the night). We got to the point where we decided to stumble home, which was about a mile away.

We were doing really good for a while, got pretty far, and decided to take a break when we got to the corner of two major streets. We just chilled there for a while, talked a bunch, and then just chilled while we caught our breaths. I was hunched over one of those big red post office mailboxes, and he was sitting in a bush.

So this cop car rolls by, looks at us, but we think nothing of it. Suddenly, it flips a bitch, and drives up to us. The cop gets out, and walks towards us, but both of us are way too drunk to be nervous about it. I get a good look at him, and realize that he looks dead on like LL Cool J.

He stands there, he's wearing a baseball cap, and he's eating pistachio nuts, just asking us some questions, like where do you live. I start babbling incoherently, and Buf is in about the same shape as me. He miraculously gets out his address (where we were heading), and the cop tells us to get in the back of the car, and that he's going to take us home. The town is known for its chill cops, but we both were thinking that we were fucked and going to be spending the night in the drunk tank. He never even asked us for our ID's. Instead, we just hitched a ride in the back of a cop car. We both thanked the cop tremendously, as he ended up doing us a favor. If only more cops would be logical like that. We were at least being responsible by not driving drunk, and we weren't being a nuisance to anyone. We were just way drunk, and trying to make it home.