The Morning After
It was Friday and my girlfriend, Anne called me at work to let me know to meet her at the local bar where several of the girls from her dorm would be going. Our friend Steve bartended there part-time, at nights to pay for his college tuition. Anne, Evelyn and I usually went there on the nights he was working to make sure he got plenty of tips and for the free drinks.On this particular night, about half of the dorm decided to go, so the few cars that they had were going to be packed. Since I was...