saint

The Moot Pint

(In honour of Tim, who at the current time knows less about what happened to him yesterday than I do, (thanks to the sober honours students who were writing essays at the time he ventured into the department...))

The moot pint is that one drink too far; the unnecessary one; the one you know you shouldn't have had almost as soon as its been tossed back; the one that takes you over the line from being totally drunk to horrendously pissed (or in Corey's terms, from level 4: Intoxicated, to level 5: Disgraceful). In Tim's case, this was probably the Stoli chaser to his double shots of tequila and vodka.

Hilarity ensued.

Other than that, it turns out the Stein is everything I knew it would be. Drunken, loud, crowded, hot, muddy... and really not worth $20. The red t-shirts worked a treat though - great for spotting the other Pols peoples in the crowd, and a nice piece of memorabilia for the year that was. Now all that's left to do is write a thesis.

(Perhaps more news to come regarding yesterday as stories come to light, and/or memories return. All I can say is that I'm glad the stage two papers I was given by Jill at the height of my inebriation somehow made their way to my desk. Lost quite a bit of sleep over that one...)

In totally unrelated news... with me, not at me, I hope. And good to see that this man is actually blogging once more - nice to hear from you Hamish, hope that the rest of your travels are packed with music and big old buildings...

Oh, and apologies to Arc for not making it to Mainstreet - was given yet more stage one essays to mark which had to be done by the next day, so spent the night in my office, rather than enjoying a beer and a chat with everyone.

Shots of stuff, anyone?

Posted by saint at October 18, 2003 02:37 PM