I got to spend eight consecutive hours at my computer with hard eggnog, rum and coke, and screwdriver after screwdriver. AC2 is so much more entertaining when you're thrashed, though it does hurt your in-game life expectancy. I did notice after a while that it didn't even bother me when I died ... it was another excuse to have another shot of Russia's finest and try again, *hic*.
Then it was back to the hide-a-bed (pulled out) with the missus watching LOTR and The Matrix while drinking more of the aforementioned intoxicants. By 10PM I was so sloppy I could barely crawl (we went through 1 bottle of Pennsylvania Dutch [yum], 1 fifth of Smirnoff's finest, and most of a bottle of Barcardi Gold [should have stayed with the aged shite ... yech!]).
Jeebers do I have a hangover!
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