Do you ever find yourself trying to balance the intoxicated spending of big night out? I don’t think my actual expenditure has ever equated to the purchases I am able to recall. Somehow, I convince myself that the unaccounted funds have been misplaced, purloined, or have magically disappeared, but I’m beginning to think that a darker force might be at work - Opaque boutique ales? Dark Jamaican rums? Smokey black-label scotches?