This picture isn't from last night, but I did feel this way after 2 shots of Café Patron - whoever invented this beverage is a pure assassin/genius. I met friends for dinner and a few at Slainte (pronounced Slawn Cha, which means Cheers! in Gaelic), it’s a new Irish pub within walking distance to my place, so awesome. Boyfriend stumbled in mid-girl talk and proceeded to tell us how crappy of an Irish bar this place was. Even though everyone there is actually Irish, with a real Irish accent, and the singer was even sporting a “Pogues” shirt. Slainte!