So I went out last night to F & M's patio bar at about 2am with a friend, after we had been drinking beer and taking shots. Never a good start to a night. Around 4 am, as I was staggering in front of the bar digging in my pockets for another fiver to re-up my gin and tonic, I launched my incredible. I didn't even see where it went, I just heard the crack. I was like holy crap. Now to put this in perspective. This place is a super slummy dive bar in uptown New Orleans. There is no light. This place is packed with about five thousand 20 year old, ralph lauren wearing d-bags and similarly female counterparts because earlier in the day there had been a 7 girl debutant party. Well I got to lookin, and my phone had flown about 7 feet away from where I was standing, and thank god no one stepped on it. It had a clear verizon hard case on it, and that was nowhere to be found. I gave up looking for it, but it did its job. The phone doesn't have a single scratch. Thank God. From now on, when I get that drunk, I am leaving the phone at home.