Well, on Friday we went out for a dinner. Being the last day we all had free. It was quite good, although we couldn't be there very long because a (or the couple) had to work the next day. So yesterday we went out. It just didn't start well. Half the people didn't come. Some without bothering to say much, and we were left four. Well, we decided to go anyway. Might as well. It was still too early so there were few bars open. We went into one that was open and had a couple of pints (I never though I'd actually be using this unit to measure anything). We then tried to find some guy who had just dumped Stacy and to whose she wanted to throw a drink. Or so she said. It would appear that all she wanted to do was get toghether again with him. I still don't get that thing about having male friends. Somehow we had to walk a bit before them. Anyway, we tried to go into this bar, and they asked Tim for ID. I mean, he doesn't look like 18, but neither did the girls. Just because they were showing cleavage... I probably should have said something to the bouncer to reaffirm that we were not minors, but the though scaped my mind at the moment. We tried to go to another bar, but that wasn't open either. We just decided to go home. We watched a film which I don't really remember much about.