Where are my glasses?

Right, so there's this man. We'll call him Darren. He's just moved into a new flat, but he doesn't have any beer glasses or anything. He's secretly in love with his best friend, a girl, but has never told her and when came over to see his new flat, the girl told Darren all about her new boyfriend. Apparently he was a really cool guy - he travelled, he surfed, he had a beer glass from every country he'd visited. That kind of guy. Darren was forever getting it wrong with his friend. That evening when she'd come around he'd embarassed himself, by having nothing to make her a drink in.

To drown his sorrows / celebrate his new flat, Darren goes out to a bar that night. He sees his friend and her new guy together, he gets angry, and he drinks and drinks and drinks and drinks. At every pub Darren has one drink - lager, or wine, or a shot - and at every pub he keeps his glass. At first he was sneaking them away, but by the end he was simply getting kicked out... and taking his glass with him. At some point in the night Darren's friend sees him, and realises he really cares for her. Maybe she already knew and she was out that night with her 'boyfriend' breaking things off.

The next day Darren wakes up, badly hungover, and realises how many glasses he's got - pint glasses and shot glasses... hell, even a yard pint. He's got so many glasses he'll never use, so he decides to throw a party for his new neighbours. Introduce himself, show them what a fun guy he is, show them how he has 12 pint glasses.

That night his friend comes by to tell him she loves him too, and she wants to get with him. When she turns up the party is in full swing. "Darren, where'd you get all these pint glasses from?" she asked.

"Hey, I stole them from all the local pubs" he replied.

"You went around pubs stealing pint glasses?", she asked, "Dude, you're so lame..."