otherwise known as this guy:
he was SUPER nice, and acted as the personal bodyguard for my broken ankle, protecting it from the stumbling drunken hordes. i didn't even recognize him at first, and was surprised to find out that he was indeed who i thought he might be, considering how kind and completely non-actory he had been all night.
he even bought me a gingerale (because contrary to popular local opinion, drinking and vicodin don't mix) and presented it to me sans roofie. that's class.
so i roofied him instead. just for fun, mind you. i'm not breaking my no sex in 07 rule for scut farkus!