Crawling from bar to bar

I think the last time I attempted to participate in a proper bar crawl, when the whole thing was over and done with I vowed never to do it again. It took place in NE MPLS, a perfect bar crawl area. From Tony Jarro's to Dusty's we went and when we made it home with our lives and limbs, I vowed - never again. That was probably sometime during 2003. Now, three years later, my resolve forgotten, I find that I have once again survived a serious bar crawl along the Thames between London Bridge and Waterloo. This morning, as I contemplate the events of yesterday, I am happy to say that I am back to the bar crawl boycott.