Wine on my shirt, wine on my pants...wine on my sock???

So it's like "i'm gonna walk ya home".
I'm like "i don't need to be walked home"
We're both stubborn. I give in.
Then, drunkenly walking, i realize, "wait a sec...she shouldn't walk back by herself."
A compromise is made. She goes half-way.

So she goes on her way. I continue walking, contemplating the nite's antics (like how four people can create a "rukus" that actually necessitates police intervention).

Then i look around.
This isn't chebucto road at all.
Where the fuck am I???!!!!!!*


*Still don't have a comp yet, but i gotta give you guys something.