So Eric is bombed, and he falls of his stool at the bar, and breaks a chunk off the leg. As if that wasn't bad enough, he did it twice!!!
It was hilarious.

Somehow champagne tastes better when it is served up with a hearty side of pretentiousness.
As we were waiting for the valet guy to bring us our car, Eric gets in the back seat of the wrong car. These ultra-fabulous who own the ultra-fabulous beemer gasp in shock.
Guess they never get trashed.
We then headed off to The Abby, an awesome gay bar/club in Weho.
While Eric is off being drunk, his friend is trying to get on me...So I go try to find Eric, and he is sitting by himself at a table, all torn up. I walked him back to our table, and we ended up getting booted from the fine establishment cuz Eric was passed out sitting up.
At least he didn't fall off the chair.
We left and went to the hotel, and I know this is an inside joke, but for the record, "I didn't pee."