So we played a lot of D&D tonight, and that was fun, but really the night was much enlivened by the addition of a lot of alcohol. And yes Jason, we're looking at you and that fifth of whiskey you put down. Because, as I was telling Whir, it was like this:
[00:15] Dwip: We got Gorm fucking wasted tonight, too.
[00:15] Dwip: Evan Williams and Cherry Coke do not mix, by the by.
[00:15] Whir: What the hell is Evan Williams?
[00:15] Dwip: Whiskey.
[00:16] Whir: Never heard of it. Must be an Oregonian thing.
[00:16] Dwip: Apparently not.
[00:17] Dwip: But yeah, Gorm got a fifth of it, and chugged most of it.
[00:17] Whir: Wow.
[00:17] Dwip: His conversation got limited to "Wow, I'm totally drunk" and the like.
[00:17] Dwip: But yeah, so I'm wearing my squirrel nut attack shirt and BDU pants, right?
[00:18] Dwip: And I go outside to talk to Cole and Kat, and I come back in, and he's all like "Dude, how'd you get in here?"
[00:18] Dwip: "I uh, walked through this large doorway here." *indicates doorway* "Large, man-sized doorway."
[00:18] Dwip: *walks outside, walks inside* "Here one moment, gone the next."
[00:19] Dwip: "Whoa, dude. I totally couldn't see you. You just appeared!"
[00:19] Dwip: "Yeah, that's 'cause I'm wearing camo. You can't SEE me."
[00:20] Dwip: *insert period of me walking outside and dodging and weaving around and Gorm going "Whoa..."*
[00:21] Whir: Sorry.
[00:21] Whir: I'm still laughing.