Blitzed yet again

I'm either at Kelly's's happy hour running up a $65 tab, or I'm sitting in a circle of five or six people at Rob's. Both were around the same time, and I didn't keep track. The only definite thing is that I'm pretty blitzed. Super duper blitzed. but not as bad as the guy I saw through the window at Kelly's. Matt and I watched a young man in a white sleeveless shirt puking over a fence into someone's yard. His friend was yapping on the phone and couldn't walk very straight. Next happy hour - if or when it occurs - will have someone else paying the tab. Matt or Steve.