Though I disagree with the sentiment, this is a pretty awesome drawing I grabbed a picture of on the way into the bar where we waited for results.
“I’m going to have a shot tonight,” I told my co-worker earlier in the day. “I don’t know if it’s going to be a celebratory shot, or a misery shot, or an I-have-to-go-to-bed shot, but I’m doing a shot tonight.” He told me about picklebacks, shot of whisky chased with a shot of pickle juice. 
So that’s what I had. It turned out to be an I-have-to-go-to-bed shot.