99 bottles of beer on the wall
We had a party at Punxylvania this past weekend that was one of the most fun nights I've had in a while. It involved just 12 people, 99 bottles of beer and about 6 hours of drinking. It started out pretty chill -- we passed around the bottles, sang the song and blasted through the first 50 beers in an hour and a half. Then, someone busted out the costumes (including a matador outfit, a tight-fitting French maid dress and a cop uniform), and Billy started singing Bruce Springsteen. Later, Mark wrestled people on the trampoline, Julian tried to videotape Charles having sex and I toasted the Saskatchewan wheat pool for some reason. I think someone also got beat over the head with a swiffer.

We were surprisingly less hung over than you'd expect. Except for Billy and Alex, whom I found the following morning sitting on my couch and rocking back and forth. Oh, and someone threw up in a flower pot. Good times.