A different kind of bar life

Her: I got kicked out of a bar last night.
Me: What?! How?!
Her: My roommate stole a drink off the bar and gave it to me. I got nabbed while drinking it!
Me: Who steals a drink at a bar?!
Her: Apparently we do. But you don't understand. It was so blue and it had a little pineapple on the top of the glass!
Me: That does sound tempting...
Her: Unfortunately, it was also very easy to identify when the bartender realized it had disappeared.

I miss having a social life. Or any life at all. I want to drink a blue drink with a pineapple in it. But, alas, I don't even remember the last time I wore real pants.