Yesterday I hung out with Emily, ate at First Watch and ran errands. At 7:00 pm I went to Abe's house and we drove to Gainesville to celebrate his little brother's 21st birthday. Within minutes of entering the city, we were racing a huge diesel F250 truck which was jacked up on monster truck tires. Ridiculous. Got to Steve's house and met up with him, Nate and Charlie. We waited for Heather and her boyfriend to arrive, before heading downtown. First stop was Harry's, a New Orleans themed seafood restaurant. Ate a crab burger and had the first round of drinks. We then went to a half goth, half karaoke bar to have more drinks and play pool. I was on a team with Nate and we miraculously won both games (it might have had something to do with Nate cheating). Then to another bar for more drinking. I ran into a girl I have known since Kindergarden. Weird. Our final stop was the Salty Dog, Abe's favorite Gainesville bar. It was located in an unmarked door at the back of an unmarked alley and it was no more than 8' wide and 75' long. Like a big hallway. The place was packed and everyone was squeezed together. After drinking a few more pitchers, we headed out. Steve stopped to play a song with a homeless man using his saliva covered harmonica. I tried to hook Abe up with a girl who was watching Steve play. Her name was Rachel, so he used some lame line like "In the Bible we were married". Returned to Steve's house, played poker, ate chicken wings and passed out on the couch. The next morning, Abe didn't remember anything after the Salty Dog. He was wondering why his stomach hurt, his hands were greasy and his wallet was empty.