I am, how do you say?

Drunk?

Anyhoo...... Preface:
A few weeks ago, a coworker of mine/bartender, mike, had his last hurrah at a club he worked at, so I went and got semi shitfaced along with some other friends/co workers. At the end of the night, I was hoping to get some food with mike & co. however Danielle, a former coworker/friend, said "I need to go home... now" And seeing as she lives literally 2 minutes away from me, I hopped in a cab with her and made sure she got home.
The only part she remembers is waking up in front of her building and then eventually crawling into bed.
She later thanked me, and said that she would no longer go out drinking without a chaperone, so I of course volunteered my services.

Fastforward to tonight, where I was the only one she could convince to go to Mike's new place of employment. The difference this time being that she was driving, and so I was the one having quite a few drinks. Especially after a rather large man kept buying her drinks, only for her to sneak them to me.

I'm not sure where I was going with this story, other than Danielle is quite awesome, and is one of the few females that keeps me from being totally and utterly bitter towards the opposite sex.

Which reminds me, so much work/girl drama to tell, I shall share at a later time.