Sloppy and revolting, but fun

I have two words for you, dear readers: beer pong.

I'd heard tell of this sport, but, rather remarkably, I'd never had the pleasure of watching it played until last night.

Let me tell you, this is a sport that requires the utmost athleticism and concentration, as well as a stomach lined with steel, or perhaps titanium dioxide antibacterial material.

I didn't play last night, but next time! Oh yes, next time.

Anyway, last night was crazy-good fun. If you ever want real entertainment, find a group of overworked journalists on a Friday night. The combination of sleep-deprivation, pent-up anger, chronic stress and a genuine love of alcohol results in a stunning display of hedonism. Germaphobes consume other people's abandoned burgers and fries. Seemingly straight-laced reporters fall into curse-laden, semi-coherent stream-of-consciousness. And, karaoke is both suggested and then executed.