I got a little
phone call from Shea. – Thank you.
– She wasn’t happy with me. So I’m going to take her
out to get some tacos and find out why I’m in trouble. So what’s going on? Not that much. You have fun at the mixer? It was cool. It was everybody was
blowed except me. Everybody was lit. Uh-huh, including you. You was super friendly,
super loud, super extra. I was the drunk uncle? Yeah. You was– ha, ha, ha! Yeah, that was you. My parents owned a liquor store.
Right? And drinking was the guy who
came bent like a L walking in, the woman who had
two or three teeth. It wasn’t attractive. And so for me, that’s a turnoff. You feel like it was a
bad thing for me to drink? Well, you’re more of
a controlled person. And you were more loose
than I typically see you. I ain’t did nothing
wrong at that mixer. Y’all seen it. I didn’t do nothing that– I wasn’t there grabbing
asses or nothing like that. I mean, it was just a lot. I don’t do all the time. You know? But on his journey, I’ll
say I’m gonna try to let my hair down a little bit. I’ve been having like,
champagne at the cigar launch. That night I had some liquor. It was extra. I don’t like it. This date has turned
into an interrogation by Officer Lioness Shea. I’m not gonna get into that. You sure you don’t
want to get into that? Nah. OK. I ain’t sign up
for this, y’all. I don’t want to
talk to drunk Mike. Damn. Drunk Mike. It was terrible.