The rules change greatly from region to region, but here's the general game:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beer_Diehands down the best drinking game around since it's the only one I've come across that is competitive enough to enable well organized tournaments and actually requires a fair deal of skill to be good at.
So anyways, after I hid in my room and re-emerged, it was brought to my attention that there was a secondary bracket for the 'best' losers. The prize = giant mugs and some shirts. We totally dominated and the final round came down to the most amazing die throw, bobble catch,partner-bobble, wall ricochet, dunk I've ever seen courtesy of me...which led to more drinking and red bull.
The downside is we went through all the kegs before 12:00 (3 full sized, 6 of the larger commercial restaurant variety) so the girls couldn't finish their flip cup tournament. Me and a couple buddies pounded back a 40 of tequila which was pretty much a night ender for all of them but me, since I was fully high off energy drinks and in stupid mode.
I started text messaging, got in a cab, and went to a seedy bar to meet a girl. I ran into a buddy I used to work with there and we quickly got thrown out of the bar for throwing dice. I made out with the hot south american girl in a dirty alley, hopped in a cab with her, realized I lost my phone, hopped out promising to meet her at her place after I found it. Cabbed home, found it, decided that there was no way I was dropping $60 on a cab to her place so I hopped in another one to another girl's house I know who was having a party.
She works at Lulu lemon and pretty much everyone there was through work. It was also a mojito party. They had no idea how drunk and belligerent I was. I'm pretty sure I successfully alienated all her guests with my proclamations of how much greater I am then them , and made fun of some guy wearing the most dumb ass emo clothes I had ever seen. Thank god he wasn't violent because he totally would have kicked my ass.
I then proceded to stop the party by making out with her against the wall, which probably made everyone feel slightly awkward. Waking up there in the morning was hell because I hate catching the bus, and then walking into my partially destroyed house was brutal. And for some reason the best part about throwing a party is all the hung over die hards hanging out in the morning telling stories about the night before.
Oh, and not one neighbour complaint. Probably because the booze ended so early and they're used to us going much later. I got a few phone calls the next day from the uninitiated thanking me and telling me that the house is fully approaching legend status. Good times all around....much better then the weekend before which ended up with me being punched in the head by a bouncer from behind two times and kicked out of maybe the seediest bar in town...which one of my best friends is the head bouncer at. That's when you know you did something stupid.
