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So last night was the most horrendous night I've had in a long time. I was at home, ready for a night of DVD watching and chinese food, when in comes my friend Chris, around nine o clock. He then said "Jack, you're going with me to the clizzub tonight!" And I was standing there, having just taken my fried rice and two egg rolls out of the microwave, steam still rising from the plate. I was like "uhh, no I'm not." And he kept begging and begging, saying he needed me to be his designated driver. Finally he offered to pay for my next tattoo, and I was like "To the club!!" So away we went. He had already downed like three cups of Hennessey(his ghetto drink of choice) and Coke, so he was pretty happy at that point. Then we get to the club, some place called Ibiza, and we met up with the girl he likes, who sees him as a friend but he sees as more, and he got a drink, spilled it, got another drink, spilled it on her pants leg, tried to start a fight with a guy who she knew from high school just because they were talking, and this guy was like three times his little skinny frame. He also came back from the bathroom wearing his jacket inside out, spat in my and her face like a dozen times while talking, asked me if I wanted him to get in a fight, kept following her around, until I finally convinced him to leave by lying and saying she left too. He then proceeded to vomit in my brothers car, fall into a ditch, and not even remember any of it like five minutes later. I took him home and this morning dropped his car off at his house. Horrible horrible stuff. Funny as hell, but horrible. How was your night?