He breaks his nose
I guess the whole background socio-cultural dealy has to do with how I handle under alcohol effects, not to mention the obligatory discussion regarding physiology and metabolism. Still, it seems that I run into a lot of morality issues when drunk, as if those deeply-rooted personal rules of life still manifest when the rest of my perception and thinking has gone out with the diuretic-induced potty stop. I guess there are some aspects of my life my parents have managed to permanently stamp into my head. Ah well, it's probably better that I retain at least a bit of sensible restraint when drunk. This is, of course, compared to the others at the party, particularly the Aussie. There's something really amusing about watching a completely shitfaced Aussie stomp around drunk asking his roomies for a hug and kiss. Then the guy gets kicked out for hitting on the host's girlfriend. I must say the Aussie was the most drunk guy I have ever tried talking to, as we both attacked the vodka jello like maggots over a carrion smorgasbord.
The medal for best costume at the party goes to the guy who dressed up as the pope.
The medal for best costume at the party goes to the guy who dressed up as the pope.