I'm so hungover I can't even lift my head to type this. I did make it to work, though. I played for about two hours and almost every person in the poolroom handed me a "chip." (redeemable for a drink). Not a good start. I was on a mission. Towards the end of the night, the crowd decides to go to another bar to take shots. Nice. I did take my camera, if I can find it. I lost my Tissot T-Race at the poolroom. Fu#@ed up. I love that watch. We get to the "shot" bar. Not sure from that point. I do remember some dude walking up to our table asking if anyone played pool. At that point, it's a blur. I did, however, wake up with $80 more than I left with. My buddy called me this morning and blew a whistle in the phone. Fu#$er. He told me that I robbed some poor guy for $140 at $10 a game. No clue. Don't remember even putting my cue together. They told me I offered the guy the six and the break, and the guy almost hit me. Again, no clue. Some dude turned in my Tissot at Sharkeys. I was so happy, I gave the guy the remainder of my chips. Not sure if I walked home, or John drove. 42 years old and still immature. Fu#@ it.
But it looks like you came out of it OK. Now plan to top it next year. 
