Drink, drank, drunk

So I went to have a drink with a friend after work today. He wanted to try a bar that he'd walked by several times, so we went in. Interesting place - white everywhere, very minimalist decor. I asked the bartender "What's good?" (I do this in restaurants frequently and have had mostly good experiences with dishes I'd have not considered ordering on my own.) The bartender offered to make me something (it was happy hour after all), and soon came back with a tall glass. "It's called a Metrosexual." I didn't comment at the irony of this, even though it was obvious that the barkeep and I both "went to the same church". The drink was OK, a little on the fruity side (still, no comment) and not much of a kick. When the check came, I discovered that this little tropical adventure cost me $9!!!

In the same theme, a Russian woman that I work with made this comment earlier today:
"If you wake up and you don't feel bad, the drinking was good. If you wake up and you don't feel good, the drinking was bad."

What's the moral of this story? I don't know ... you tell me.