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Done!

Which is to say that I took my last final this morning, and now I'm free of class for the next month or so.

I spent last night studying for my journalism final like I figured my favorite journalist would have. In other words, I headed to McTeigh's for several rounds of beer and bar food. McTeigh's is officially my favorite bar in the area; Guns of Brixton was playing as we walked in, there were pool tables, the beer wasn't overpriced, and there was a sign above the door that read "You are now leaving Buckhead." Awesome. Our DD was, as usual, too damn drunk to drive us home when we left McTeigh's, so we decided to walk around Buckhead for a while to let him sober up a bit.

Out in front of one of the trendy bars we were assaulted by a siren whose song would surely waylay many a drunken sailor: "Hey guys, no cover and free shots!" Needless to say, we allowed ourselves to be adorned with beads and were quickly sucked into the depths of Buckhead. This particular bar is the archetypical Buckhead joint: really bad DJ spinning really crappy music, yuppies and Republicans everywhere, bartenders wearing a uniform, high priced fruity low-alcohol shots, etc. But the beer was pretty cheap, the bartenders' uniforms consisted of what amounted to bikinis, and they quickly lost the bikini tops. In other words, it was pretty cool for about the amount of time it took us all to get our free shots and drink a beer, and then the mercury quickly busted right out of the top of the suck-ometer. When the DJ decided it was an awesome time to play fucking Sandstorm we took our leave.