It's late, and it's time to head back to the apartment. We're back in the middle of the night, and the narrator is feeling a little drunk. He's been drinking so hard that he's over-exceeding his drinking capacity. He can't believe that someone would make a fuss about his birthday. He doesn't know why, but he'll have to ask someone else. The narrator's not in love with the guy, he says, and he'd rather be with his "dear cinderella" than with someone who