more lethal distilled brother. then somebody's pouring you johnny black or j.d. or vat 69. then who knows. you only know it keeps coming until you sag facedown on the hand-woven mats and pass out. perfectly acceptable practice, by the way. i wake up, i go to sleep, i wake up again. the party has moved down a few doors, but it's still going. this is an experience that will repeat itself again and again for the next three days. one time it's the ladies still standing, partying like it's 1999, dancing and drinking, and