Whoa

That was officially my drunkest night in Stockholm. I went to dinner with my Uncle Ralph's cousin Märit, her daughter Katarina, and Katarina's boyfriend Andres. Dinner was excellent, the wine I brought turned out to be pretty good, and Andres had a bottle of some homebrewed (by relatives in Greece) super-Ouzo (130 proof!). Both Katarina and Andres kept refilling my respective glasses, and by the time we got out to try and meet up with the people on my hallway...I was a tad loaded. Nobody really wanted to leave the Karaoke event they were at, but Andres knows a guy with a club and the bartenders, so we went there, talked, hung out, and such. very fun, good people, fun people! (oh, and yes, so very drunk...even fell over at one point while standing up from a really low couch).