Just the one then

Tonight was rather interesting, and in fact I am still under the influence of the certain substance that made it so. I went to a party for some guy I don't know and somehow I got in, even though there were some faux-bouncers not letting people in who weren't invited (I was with some friends who seemed to slightly know him so I guess they assumed I did too). We hung around there for a bit.

I know in a post I did about a week ago I said I need to drink less but at this party I bummed some beer off a mate (Mix Master Moff) and once I have the taste of beer I need MORE! So we went down to the pub (the Newie) and hung around there some more, drank more beer and got fairly drunk. I got a Guinness and put the glass in my pocket so I could steal it (I like stealing schooner glasses. It is my revenge on pubs for over-charging on beer). I also pocketed another Guinness glass that some guy put on our table. I hit the dance floor for a bit and then we left.

So I get to Mix Master Moff's house where some lads are gathered. I still have both glasses in my pockets.

Me "Hey guys look what I nicked from the Newie. Not one-" (I pull out one of the glasses) "-but two-" (I pull out the other glass)
*SMASH* (I drop the second glass and it breaks)
(silence)
Roff "Just one then?"
Me "Yeah, just one."
(NOTE: Much swearing edited out)

I was pissed off. All that effort (well, not much effort really) to nick two glasses to add to my collection, and I end up with just one. Damn drunken clumsiness.