I went out to celebrate my 21st three weekends ago in atlanta Georgia with my best friend. We went to a concert at the Masquerade, a concert hall, then we hit up several bars. We were feeling great. Then we got invited by this group we had met to go to a strip club called the Pink Pony. We weren't gonna say no, so we tag along to this club. We get there and it turns out I get a free VIP dance for being the birthday boy. So I get to enjoy the enthralling company of one of their girls while my friend gets fed shot after shot of fireball at the bar. I emerge from the back rooms and find that my friend is absolutely [expletive]-hammered. I check my phone and realize it's 5:00am and we have a plane to catch at 7:30. We uber back to my aunt's where we were staying (after dragging my 6'5" 280lb friend quite a ways) and catch a very minimal amount of sleep then wake up and leave with my aunt to get to the airport. My friend tells her he has to puke, so she pulls over on the side of this 12 lane highway during the morning commute hours, and my bud projectile vomits directly into the Chattahoochee River. We wound up just catching our flight back home to Pennsylvania (his first time flying too), but now I get to tell this story to every family member of his, at his wedding, whenever I want really.