Okay, question for you: How the fuck did we not get thrown out of the bar??? I'm standing on one of the booths, screaming and doing a David Lee Roth kick while both Martin and Jessica get ready to touch my package. This is at like 10pm on a Wednesday!?! (Also, look over to the left of me...aren't those the same two girls from before making out? It's an hour and a half later and they're still going at it).
You know how after there's some sort of huge disaster, people always look back afterwards and try to pinpoint the precise moment that things started to get out of control? Well, I think that's what we've managed to capture here in this photo. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but there is something sinister about the way he's holding that tab with his eye. Who knew it would be the harbinger of so much drunken tomfoolery?
