All friends have those nights that they talk about forever. Youknow how it goes, “remember the time” followed byside-splitting laughter. It seems some of us are in situations thatevoke those conversations more often than others.

One Thursday evening after class, my roommates and I decided tohave an after-class drink. What followed was certainly a night ofsurprises.

9 p.m.: The girls and I have our warm up drinks at Stingers andthen head to the popular downtown bar, Faces.

9:20 p.m.: We’re approached by a transvestite … themusic is great here, but we decide to move on to a place where boyswill be more interested in us and less interested in each other,such as the K Street Bar uptown.

10 p.m.: The friendly valet at K Street puts our car up frontwith the flashy BMWs and such.

10:15 p.m.: The valet, who goes by “X,” chats withme and says that members of the Kings frequent the bar. I, however,am more interested in frequenting him.

10:30 p.m.: We take in the scene and yet another round ofdrinks.

11:30 p.m.: A guy with really horrible breath latches himselfonto my roommate right after we finish a conversation about howshe’ll make out with anyone. I have a slight inkling heoverheard.

12:30 a.m.: I give the valet a tip with my number on it, and wewere off in search of what everyone looks for after a night ofdrinking &- fast, greasy food.

1 a.m.: Ahhh, the adventures at Del Taco. Hey! I found a can ofsilly string that rolled under my seat months ago just as weapproached the Del Taco drive through. I just can’t fight theurge to blast the first person I see.

1:20 a.m.: Crap! This guy thinks he’s been drenched invomit or blood or something and he’s completely lost hismind. A yelling match between my outraged victim and myself ensuesand ends only after he throws a cup at my car and misses.

1:40a.m.: Psycho-man retreats and my roommates force me backinto the car as we left Del Taco behind and head off to Ink.

2 a.m.: Open until 4 a.m., Ink is just the spot to relax andgrab a bite. We run into some girlfriends and all sit together. Oneof the girls excuses herself after ordering and goes outside toflirt with the doorman.

2:30a.m.: Our friend’s food comes and proceeds to get colduntil finally …

3 a.m.: She calls and tells us not to worry. She left with thedoorman and will be home in the morning. Good to know. Thanks fornot paying for your food. This is definitely not proper etiquette,even in the name of a hook-up. Lucky for us she left her pursebehind the food’s &- on her.

4 a.m.: The evening is at a close and we slowly climb the stairsto our apartment. Someone must be having a party because cars arejammed into the parking lot, honking obnoxiously.

4:20 p.m.: A frustrated man jumps out of his car onto the hoodof another car and begins screaming obscenities.

In my tired, drunken haze, I thought the man was making a foolof himself. Then I remembered my Del Taco behavior.

Sorry crazy Del Taco man, for spraying you with silly string,but it was all done in fun. Take comfort in knowing that althoughwe don’t know your name, we’re still holding our sideslaughing about your reaction.