what we drankin, we drankin it all 
Tonight should be an interesting night.

D and Frodo are already over. We just had the following conversation:

Me: D brought you that beer five minutes ago, and you haven't finished your last one! Fucking hurry up! As a matter of fact, when I get back from the kitchen, I think I'm going to have another beer for you.
Frodo: Hey, bring me a cup, too.
Me: Do you want a pint glass, or just a plastic cup?
Frodo: Whatever. Something that's easy to chug out of.

For an indication of how the night will proceed: Frodo showed up with a 12-pack of PBR under his arm. For himself. 

We're going to a friend's party. I'm taking a carafe (yes, you read correctly) of wine ($3.99, baby!!) to the party. For me. The friend is making my tried-and-true godless sex orgy trashcan punch. Only good things can come of that.
Contingency plan: if it blows, D, Frodo, and I will be headed out to the usual spot, the club that offered us drink specials for drawing the law school crowd.

I've already decided that there's a 90% chance of NOT going to Civ Pro tomorrow. I'm going to hit the 
beah and check out the surf. This is what university is about drinking, surf a bit, work a bit, drinking, surf a bit, work when neccessary. 
this is the life: surf, drink, study/work.