It was a good, if unexpected trip out with the guys- Tom was in town, so it was decided to grab T$ after he got off-shift at midnight and go out. We took over the jukebox at the Keg (it was a mercy takeover- there was a Nickelback marathon going on when we arrived, and we certainly weren't going to stand for that) and played a variety of awesome stuff, and sang along at the top of our lungs (it's a nice place, they don't mind that sort of thing, especially when we were sitting right by the speakers and couldn't hardly hear ourselves anyway). We met a couple of really nice people who applauded our musical tastes, and the Owlvark and Nojim played some pool, which the Owlvark both won and lost by scratching after sinking the eight. It was a good night.

I will probably never get Dropkick Murphy's "Kiss Me I'm Shitfaced" out of my head, though...