I've heard Absinthe stories; thankfully, never experienced one. I was thrilled to be able to host a party in which I could consume unmitigated amounts of ice, cold Shiner Bock straight from the keg and not have to worry about driving home (I'm a drink-an-hour guy when I'm out). Alas, I ended up playing host all night and was stone-cold sober the entire evening instead.

Looking back, I think I enjoyed it more that way.

Especially after seeing Tom.

Poor bastard.