This one time.. at band camp..
My Aunt and her kids came over from Aussie, meeting me for the first time since I was 3.
My cousin was generously plying me with beers so I would sing kareoke with her.
Things kind of turn grey around my blasting rendition of Enter Sandman, until I appear at Sparklechick's door somehow bone dry in the middle of a thunderstorm.
Since then, drinking has been somewhat less than high on my priority list.
