does this sound like level 5?
you start the night or should i say late afternoon at a bar in allston because your girl is back home still and you have a couple hrs to kill. so you start with a couple jack and cokes, couple cape codders, few dollar beers. around 730 you get the call so you head to the nearest packy so you won't lose your buzz, buy a 20 pack and a 6 pack of pounders and head to the girl's house with your best bud mike. seeing how everyone in boston is on college kid time, you now have 2.5 hrs to kill before anyone is ready to go out which translates into pumping tunes and pounding brews. 10 rolls around and you're feeling pretty good, so you're girl convices you to take two shots of rum before heading out. and just for the heck of it you kill the last of their jug of carlo rossi. You jump in a cab(beer in hand of course, 10 minute ride into the city) and make your way to the foggy goggle(lamest bar in boston by far) and start a tab. first things first, you need a shot of jager and then the beers start flowing. From this point on things get a little foggy, hence the name of the bar. you end up in a fight with your girl because of jealousy issues aka her flirting and end up being thrown out of the bar for causing a scene. then things get interesting, tiles get punched off bathroom walls, bouncers almost get their faces kicked in (thats right) and you end the night(5 am) rolling around on the floor of your girl's roommate's bedroom, still double-fisting beers disheveled and emotional, with irrepairable damage done to your relationship. and to top it off you forgot your credit card at the foggy goggle and the nice people there decided to add an extra 20 on for good measure. you wake the next morning with that all too familiar feeling of drunken disgracefulness and think are there any beers left in that 20 pack? (not a chance)
