It is one of those nights, where Barney comes home after a legendary night with his friends or some other bimbo he can't even remember the name was. Sure, he had a blast, figuratively and literally but the moment he opened the door of his apartment, those legendary things he had that night didn't feel as awesome as they were before. He is alone. No one is waiting for him. No one to share the tale with. And then he realized, no night is legendary without someone to share the story with. So tonight was just any another night, he is alone in his bed with a bottle of scotch. But no one has to know.
