Ah, the girls' night out. Fun when you're actually part of it, but hell if you're just near one at the bar.
Between the woo-ing, the shots, and the eventual "Omg, where'd Katie go?" crisis, these things tend to get out of hand more often than not, but Last Call Cleveland's lovely ode to the G.N.O. does the entire ritual justice, we think.
Party on, ladies.