Mizzen Mast. Cocktails.

Signs that you have over imbibed and are what is (not so) commonly referred to as three sheets to the wind. Pissed. In danger of irreparable liver damage.

• You begin to refer to players on the foosball table as “those stick-men bastards.”

• You pour beer onto the table in order to sketch out a map to a venue in the puddle, as this is the first, most appealing and most sensible method of explanation that comes to mind. Twenty sheets of blank paper and a pencil sit in your bag, three feet away.

• Your most indepth conversation in Japanese for the evening is as follows:

A little more. Little more. Just a bit more. A little bit more. Ok now vodka. A little more. Just a bit more. More. A little more. Ok now coke. Excellent!

• You watch the MC bopping about on stage and think. I could totally do better than that. Yeah, no worries. Japanese? No stress.

• You drink vinegar. From a pint glass. This was honestly not my idea though, so it’s not as bad as it sounds. Lots of people did it. Like it was going out of fashion. Really!

• The Lorna wind-down chu-hai trick is pulled. You’ll have to ask her about that. I’ll be over in the corner, weeping under the Kotatsu.

Posted in Mwah on Saturday January 21, 2006.