I don't get hung over.

It's incredible. And for a while I pretended to feel bad about it, but I really don't, so let's be honest. I went out with friends on Friday night. First bowling (well, okay, a few of us went to the bar and had a drink before we walked to the bowling alley) with a huge group. I think there were ten of us - doesn't seem that big, but when you take into account that we were on two lanes, it's big. Where some of us drank and some didn't. Kate was driving back home that night, so she didn't, and the other Katie was driving Mike and Nikki home, so she didn't either. The rest of us...did. Lots. Court and Ry were both drunk by the time we left the bowling alley, and then we went to a bar, where we all drank some more and Court flirted with the cute guy who was playing pool with Mike (well, after I played pool with Mike and lost horribly - I think he was hanging out waiting for someone to play with), whose name was Angel. Then Katie Mike and Nikki left, all of them still mostly sober, I think Mike had one beer, and Nikki may have had a few drinks over the course of the evening, but she was still pretty steady. Hehe, Katie was concerned about leaving me alone with BOTH Court and Ry. I promised her I could deal with both of them, so we hung out there for most of the rest of the night. Well, then we had to go eat something, 'cuz they were both totally drunk and needed something to soak up some of that alcohol, otherwise I think they probably both would have been sick.
We went to Phil's and Courtney recognized our waitress, so they were talking. I think she was concerned that they were going to hurt themselves or something, but we got in and out okay, then we went back to the bar - where Ryan threw away the leftover pizza, 'cuz they wouldn't let us bring it back in. We left ten minutes before bar close and I called Mary to come pick us up. Courtney is really loud when she's drunk. Hehe, she kept calling her mom, though I don't think she actually wanted anything, she just wanted Mary to pay attention to her, so I went and sat downstairs and talked to her for a while so she'd let Mary go to bed. But then I went up to bed when I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore, and we both went to sleep. Of course then we both got up five hours later to go to this garage sale where Court bought a jello cookbook and I bought some yarn.
Neither of us was hung over. Now, I may not have been as drunk as the two of them, but I was still pretty far gone, and when I woke up my back hurt (It has for a few days now) but aside from that, nothing.
Hehe, yay for not getting hung over.

I'm worried about Mike. He wasn't having a good time. Not that I'm saying I would have been if I were him, but still, it hurts me to see him sad like this. I'm almost positive he wouldn't willingly give up Katie, but this inbetween thing is killing him. It's not fair to either of them to keep up this quasi-relationship. He misses her, and I don't think he knows why she broke it off, which is worse still.
I just want them both to be happy.