As I predicted, every trendy area of Dallas was a drunken and debaucherous madhouse last weekend. I watched a UT fan headbutt a mechanical bull, a girl in a sequins crop-top throw up in the bathroom sink, and a rotund gentleman barrel down the very, very steep stairs of some bar. And that was before I got roofied! Not even going to church Sunday night or the gallons of Quiktrip fountain Gatorade I consumed could spare me the agony and repercussions of this three-day marathon. Let the 72-hour hangover begin, you guys.
Anyway, semi-idiotic and embarrassing things are often an accepted (and sometimes encouraged) part of the whole concept of partying. What sucks is when alcohol drives one to do things that are destructive on levels that extend beyond the realm of that night...or okay, a day or two after that, like stabbing a bouncer while leaving a bar. From the Tulsa World: