Pub Crawl

Everyone knows that Friday night is party night, and Boney was out all last night and into the early morning hours today.  He asked me if I wanted to join him and his friends, but I declined.  I'm not as young as I used to be, and staying up all night doesn't seem like quite the fun prospect as it did.  I'm not sure what exactly he did, but from the looks of him this morning, he participated in a pub crawl.  I found him passed out on the table still clutching a Crown Royal bottle in his cold fingers.  I thought it was safer to just let him sleep, so I placed a couple Tylenol and a glass of water by him and quietly tiptoed away.