Last night, I had a flash of homesickness for quarters, flippy cup, beer pong, and asshole. I realized that getting obliterated is not fun unless there is a game involved. I was at a party and I kept trying to instigate something, but without the American guys there the enthusiasm wanes. So I settled for tequila shots with a lot of French guys and an Asian-French girl who, I kid you not, was named Lay. She kicked ass. She did four with me. And I am happy to report that waking up this morning to go to a 7 hour chorus rehearsal, I was not hungover. After the detox, I have a liver of steel. I figure the 3 weeks of detox are a bit like my friend Tim's concept of half-time : during a night of drinking, a half hour of non-drinking should be inserted in order to gauge the body's capacity for alcohol processing. If at the end of the half-hour, you feel good, keep drinking. If not, half-time needs to be extended. Well, I feel great, so keep the glasses filled!