After dinner, we grabbed a cab, dropped the missus off wt th3 hotel, and my buddy and I continued the festivities. We ended up at an old pub we frequented 30 years ago. We enjoyed their famous wings, drank too much, and flirted with the uber hot bartender. I was begging Jay to head to the 'ballet', but he admitted he'd taken am edible earlier and was tripping balls. Pity, I was really looking forward to seeing a bunch of hot girls with low self esteem vie for my lap dance money. Sad.