Way back when I started posting this story, I told you that you could tell it was true because it started off weird.
Another way you can tell it's true is because it ends, eventually.
The day after Paul's Halloween party was actually Halloween. He texted me that morning and told me about a bar, about forty-five minutes' drive, that was supposed to throw truly raging holiday parties. Dollar shots, slutty waitresses, the whole deal. He asked if I wanted to go, I told him I was totally up for that.
