A Split Ridiculous

So finally returned to the bar of Thursday eve to reclaim the credit card left behind after an evening's antics. Fears over the quantum proved unfounded, which was perhaps to be expected given that the main consumption occurred during the aptly-titled "Power Hour". Two Guinness and a Keith's. A fine order in any circumstance.

Ridiculousness, though, as a favorite bartender tells me upon the return of my card - in as jocular a manner as possible, mind you - that I would be wise to keep better company the next time out. Seems that one girl for whom I had bought a shooter ended up getting arrested. Arrested, as in hauled away from the bar that night by the police.

And here I had thought she just took off on me...