This weekend I was trying to help my friend have a memorable birthday party while staying relatively sober because I had to drive home later.

At one point someone started passing around a breath analyzer. It was small and plastic.  It looked like it came out of a crackerjack box.

A reading of .08 meant sober.  I had had two beers and a shot, so I wasn’t sure where I’d end up.

My breath was .03.

My friend’s breath was .12.

Mission accomplished.