I've never been the biggest fan of parties. I went to some in my younger days (god I can't believe that phrase just came out of my mouth. I really am old), but they never really did much for me. People always wanted me on their team for drinking games because (no jokes people) I can open my throat up and just pour fluid straight into my stomach. So I was always the fastest drinker. Unfortunately that also meant I always passed out in front of the toilet. And when you pass out at a party you're fair game for whatever the party wants to do to you. I went to a party on a Saturday night once, got drunk, passed out, and ended up getting duct taped naked, hanging from the monkey bars on a Catholic school playground. I think I still have the newspaper article around here somewhere. It took the cops and fire department about 8 hours to get me down. They had to keep calling more and more men in because they were all laughing too much. I think what they found the funniest part was that the people that taped me there intentionally left my ass exposed for the world to see. Needless to say, after that I drank water and soda.