There’s one story I only tell when I’m drunk.
After the guys have had a few rounds and everyone’s in that headspace where you’re shooting the shit and solving the great philosophical questions of the age.
Y’know, when everything someone suggests is fucking brilliant, even if all it is is, “Man, let’s get some pizza!” or “We should all quit our jobs and start our own micro-brewery!”
It’s the point past where you’re just bragging, when you start talking about what you lost, or what you wish you’d done. Things it’s safe to say ‘cause no one will even remember it the next day.
Being abducted and probed by aliens is not a story you want to tell sober.