"That's no way to start a conversation!" - Trent, as soon as he walked through the door.

Yes, peoples, I finally had more than just a shot glass. Yay me.

Also, it's like being high, except with the loss of coordination. I'm a bit more eloquent, but my grammar went down the drain.

I sound like a slow person who's trying to sound smart. Like Engrish, except worse.

I can't help but have the feeling that I should be speaking in a heavy russian...