When the psychoactive ingredient in your illegal tequila kicks in, nothing fun will happen. You'll just get really bugged out by anybody who wants to talk to you. It's OK! You have something to enjoy now, a brand new pastime: pretending to be way more drunk than you already are. This might work, and people will leave you alone when you sloppily (don't forget to be extra sloppy!) push them away with your palm.
Or, they might just get all, "Hey guys Andy's drunk let's fuck with him and put our hands all up in his face!"
Soon, those four Sparks you forced down (for "old times' sake") will kick in, and you'll be as drunk as you wanted to appear. Now you will develop "elephantitis." (thanks Eric)
ELEPHANTITIS - Light a cigarette, take a drag, lean on your arm (which is hovering in the air) and fall dead asleep. Your forearm will careen around in front of you like a trunk. Gah.
Oh don't worry, you'll have lots of memories tomorrow, after you're whisked away into a cab and helped into bed and out of your clothes. (thanks Eric, you letch) Or at least, after you see pictures of the party in a few days and find out how many of your friends that you thought never made it did, in fact, and smiled for the camera with you and danced with you (alone, because you were careening around dancing alone).
MEMOREEEEEEZ!
Also, Dan K woke up the next morning in his car outside of Mar and Sue's house with one lens missing from his glasses and a gash next to his eye. WE CLASSY!
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Also, official planning meetings for Shallowe'en 2K8 are in effect this week. Don't make plans for 24 October, because we're making them for you. BOO!
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