A message to the boys:
There is a fine line between drinking to lower your inhibitions and boost your courage, enabling you to go and talk to that female you've been eyeing and getting shitty drunk and annoying someone.
This happened to me the other night- I think the guy actually crossed that line as he was crossing the room, and let me tell you: getting hit on by a drunk guy SUCKS.
His name was Todd. He will NOT be my new houseboy.