Tuesday night Whiskification™

Seriously...I'm not a "laying in the gutter with puke stains on my socks" drunk. I enjoy my whiskey on occasion...sometimes it helps me overcome insomnia....and it's delicious! I could go the route of red or white wine..both of which are chasers to be honest. Speaking of wine...like we were having a whole "oh WINE" conversation...which we were not! Was that a proper sentence? Who gives a fuck?!? Anyway....where was I going with this? Oh yes! Spent a weekend with my biotches in NYC last weekend (not this past weekend...the weekend before to clarify...and I use the term "biotches" in the most loving way). Saturday night of said weekend I had some whiskey shots ("some" being a number between 1 and oof). Started to read some movie credits on the TV in the hotel room that was smaller than Justin Beaver's penis after 6 hours in a cold swimming pool...but I digress. I remember starting to read the credits...but that's about it. From what I have been told by my biotches...I drank some wine (not a good mix with the whiskey for me apparently), completed the credits including an apparently hilarious comment about the "best boy grip", and totally missed the foreign naked guy at about 3am (pissed off about that). I was going somewhere with this...but, alas...whiskified™