So many exciting happenings

So more happened last night in four hours of partying than I think have ever happened to me in my whole life. I tagged along with a group of people, mainly headed by two senior guys who are pretty cool.
First we went to a pub called the Shamrock, where I got a beer (last time that will ever happen) and a rum and coke. Then we went to a "coffehouse", if you understand what the quotes mean. Sadly, one person didn't have their ID so they wouldn't let her stay, so we all left and headed for the pub where they were having the international drink. It was a club of sorts, with dancing and crazy loud music. I had another rum and coke, and hung out with people. It was lots of fun, because the alcohol (or maybe just the atmosphere) really loosened a lot of people up, and we were dancing and talking and meeting other foreign students, and it was really cool. Some of those I came with decided that we would leave at 12:30, so we could get home and go to bed, since we had tons of stuff to do today.
Slightly before we were about to leave, I, encouraged by alcohol, approached a guy who I'd been trading glances with for a while. We talked for a long time, and danced a little, and he even bought me a glass of wine. He's a really neat guy. My friends did leave as planned, and a little after 1 am I came to my senses and told Bram (that's his name, like short for Abraham) that I needed to go home. He offered to walk me back and I accepted, as I didn't know the other Baylor students still in the bar, and I doubted they wanted to go home. It sounds a lot less intelligent in the day time, doesn't it?
Anyway, I made it back safe and sound, since he really is a nice guy. He got my email and promised to drop me a line. I learned that the Dutch kiss each other three times on the check.
We're going to meet up for a drink or something later this week.

And that was my night. Most of it anyway.
To my more conservative fans, don't worry, because I got my comeuppance for drinking so much. I mean, thinking about it now, the beer and wine were both big enough that they were two drinks, so in reality I had about 6 drinks. And no water. I drank some when I got home, but it wasn't enough, and I had a tiny (quickly cured with an Advil) hangover.

My clothes smell like weed. It's really everywhere.

So, now that I've shocked you, maybe you'll leave a comment?