A few days ago, Peter took our team out for a few drinks at the Whiskey Blue. In addition to drinks with the group, we celebrated a 23rd birthday (he's a mere baby!). The next morning, we learned of the devastation Peter had caused.
Of the four people who went down, two were rather notable. One woke up in the emergency room with no recollection of how he got there, and another made it home only after puking in a cab, in his hallway, and in his bathroom, before passing out face-down in his living room -- clad only in his boxers.
Karine scolded us: "you should be ashamed of yourselves!"
But I have to say, a bit of alcohol really made the guys open up, and it was totally worth it. :)