I am forty dollars poorer, but 700 millilitres of Southern Comfort richer.
That was my last forty dollars, but I get paid in a couple days so frankly IDGAF. Also if I'm not feeling up to going out and partying on what should have been an excellent weekend, I am at least going to stay home and party by myself, damnit!
Y'know what would be a cool invention? Some sort of subtle little electronic attachment to clip onto the neck of a bottle, that keeps track of the amount poured out of it. Perhaps, if tech-levels allow, it could analyse the liquid's alcohol content itself... otherwise I'm sure you could simply type in the relevant ABV on some sort of interface.
Such an invention would greatly benefit not only disgraceful, shameless, bottle-swigging hard cunts such as myself, but also the kind of posh weirdoes who prefer to pour their alcoholic beverages into a glass prior to consumption.
I am having somewhat of a hard time typing right now. I don't think it's drunkenness (not yet, surely!), perhaps just a combination of tiredness, relief, exhaustion and my euphoria at having successfully acquired booze. I absent-mindedly walked to entirely the wrong bottleshop, by the way, so that should give something of an idea of my pre-existing scatteredness.
At least this one turned out to have fairly cheap SoCo, although had I gone to the other one I probably would have spent less money, on something of significantly lower quality but far cheaper.
Also: Asking a bartender to get you "another one", and they serve you a copy of your first beer rather than the one you just finished.
Be thankful they didn't give you a bloody glass of water. ^_^;