Never have i ever thought a cartoon character was uncomfortably good looking.

Last night I decided to see what goes on in Santiago until 7:30 this morning. Some friends and I went out to the Bella Vista section of the city and partook in some fanciful conversation, spanglish and an intellectually rousing game of "never have I ever". For those unfamiliar, this game entails someone saying an action, and if you´ve done it, you drink and people laugh at you. This game typically lends itself to sexual questions and conversation, which was interesting because one of the attendees was morman and doesn´t drink.

Being the pacifier I am, I tried to ease the discomfort by offering non-sexual actions such as "never have I ever fallen out of my window (Jarvis Dormitory B109) the first night of college" or "never have I ever been patted on the ass by a midget" (that one may be borderline sexual, but believe me, it was much more startling than sexy).

They serve massive beers in Chile and one giant Escudo turned into several and i found myself talking loudly, squinting and smiling obsessively. My tolerance has thankfully taken a Mike Brown-like nose dive since my college days of drinking 35 beers in one night*.

Anyway, all i know from the night is that the Australian guy we were hanging out with had a legendary freak out and I ended up at McDonald´s at 6AM making out with a Hamberguesa con Queso.

*To my family: I didn´t drink 35 beers. This is something I like to keep up for my College Roommate, Ramsey, who drank "35" beers with me. (Ramsey believes ones drinking ability should be one of the 7 virtues). In actuality, each beer was probably 4 to 5 ounces due to foam and well-timed spills. So we each drank like 12-15 beers**. Needless to say, the end result was unfettered unsobriety and Ramsey tackling a defenseless arból (tree).

**To Ramsey: I think it was more like 50.

ps. Dorky tidbit of the day: My freshman year room spells blog. I will now go speed read a Hardy Boys novel.