The other night I was out with my girlfriends at a bar.  I am broke and cannot afford to drink at the moment, so I became the designated driver.  This allowed my two friends to get just blasted.

One of these friends is the type of girl that gets hit on everywhere she goes.  She is super petite and cute.  She can essentially have her pick.  But, this night, her judgement was clouded.  She picked a guy that was not really her type and was slightly less than attractive.  She spent a good deal of time with the boy, especially while we were waiting for her as we were leaving.

On the way home, she began to ask us if the boy was attractive.  She had simply been too drunk to be able to tell.  Ahhhh... the power of alcohol...