A girlfriend of mine once had a birthday party at a Greek joint. Because it was her birthday, she got to compete in the ouzo drinking contest. If you are unfamiliar, this is where the MC stands on a chair and pours straight ouzo into your upturned mouth while the crowd counts ala new year's in reverse.
She only got second place after taking a 52 count. Fifty Two.
The Greeks being the geniuses that they are, this particular bar/restaurant is on the second floor, with nothing but old wooden stairs to get up and down.
She wanted to drive home. We told her, if you can get down the stairs without puking, find your car and get into it on the first try, we'll think about it.
One trip to the hospital later...
