so how blotto were you by the end of that game? i suspect the answer is akin to "epic-ly."
Let me just say, I had a 7:xx AM flight home the next morning and decided to just stay out and not go to bed, and I have never felt as bad for a person as I did the nice 50-something-year-old lady who got sat in the window seat next to my aisle seat. There were undulating waves of booze-stink radiating out from my person like a Hanna Barbara cartoon effect.