Makeout Session

The most random nights begin with "we are just going out for one drink." SBF (which I need to change her name now since she isn't single anymore) and I headed out for a drink the Friday after Thanksgiving. I attended the Auburn/Alabama game that day and for some reason wasn't totally exhausted and felt like going out for a drink.
We went to a local pub and found a couple seats at the bar. It was perfect to chat, catch up and people watch. We ran into a few people SBF knew and met a few friends of friends. One of the guys we met hung out with us for a little while and was giving advice on how I could pick up guys (introduce nickname as Ole Miss). He even started buying shots for guys and telling them the shot was from me a an experiment to see how many guys would come over to say thanks and talk. Of course, we started taking shots too - so much for the one drink rule.
When the fun of the pub wore off, Ole Miss, SBF and I went to Johnny's Hideaway - an old person's dance club that turns young after midnight. When we got to Johnny's we continued to take more shots. You can't have drinks on the dance floor so shots work better for drinking here. I am not proud of the rest of this post, and I am going to catch hell for this, but here it goes...
Ole Miss and I took the dance floor where our make out session began. We made out on the dance floor, at the bar, on the dance floor again. Finally, SBF was ready to go and of course in my drunken state, Waffle House seemed like a good idea - especially since it it conveniently located next to Johnny's. There was line for Waffle House so we put $ in the jute box and started playing songs. I also continued to make out with Ole Miss. I got tired of waiting at this Waffle House so we decided to go to another one closer to my house. On the way there, Ole Miss and I made out like rock stars in the backseat of the taxi. SBF was mortified! She said she was going home and dropped us off at Waffle House - smart move on her part. Ole Miss and I sat on the same side of the booth and made out for an hour at the 2nd Waffle House. Who does this...really! At 4 we finally decide to leave. Ole Miss comes home with me. This is the 1st time I have EVER brought a guy home with me. In fact, aside from family members, I have never even let a guy in my condo. More to follow in a second post on Ole Miss.