Pretty much lived out the song, really:
1) Didn't use my cell phone.
2) Nailed a cat/bear/woman.
3) Killed a stranger.
4) Drank moonshine until I went blind.
Not moonshine, actually. To balance out all the hickishness, we went with the most city-fied liquor we could find. And it doesn't get more city-fied than Wall Street:
