2AM Tuesday. I was out all night in Whiskey Trader to celebrated my good friend's birthday. It was a fun night and after 6 tequila, 3 whisky (shots) and 4 Irish ciders, soberness still exist and no sign of tipsy whatsoever. Should I be proud of my high alcohol tolerance that I trained myself throughout college year? Maybe yes, maybe no. 

At the bar, I bumped into someone, at first I couldn't recognized him but when I glance at his suit after 30 mins later, I started to remember him, from a Tuesday morning two months ago, just like today. Except this time the bar was more crowded and he was having a conversation with a sober guy friend. I didn't said hi, stayed for additional 15 mins and one Jameson shot, then I left.