Stealing money. No, not by picking pockets or anything, but becoming friends with a group who offers me some cash to buy the next round then making friends with another group at the bar who then buys the round of drinks. On my best night I walked away with $82 (I don't know where the $2 came from, I must have stolen a tip). The funny thing is this always happens at dive bars, I am gainfully employed, and sadly probably make more $$ than the poor saps I take it from. I can't help being so damn charming!
Oh and defensive talent - always being able to make it home. I've woken up in my bed, in pajamas, with a glass of water waiting on the nightstand without a clue as to how I got there in the first place. Drunk me is such a team player.
Oh and defensive talent - always being able to make it home. I've woken up in my bed, in pajamas, with a glass of water waiting on the nightstand without a clue as to how I got there in the first place. Drunk me is such a team player.