I won't go into the grisly details, but...

I went to a party the other night.  And not just any party; this was thrown by a Spaniard, for his French and American and British friends, and there was no single language in common.  It was quite an experience. 

I'm really only writing about it here because I learned a new game from the British girls.  It's called The Cereal Box Game.

You set an open cereal box on the floor, and take turns "swan diving" and picking it up with your mouth.  After each turn, a little bit of the box is cut off.  It gets shorter and shorter, and you get drunker and drunker...

Ruth taught us the game...

Javi laughed, "Es impossible!"

Stephanie just showed off all night (:P)...

And Étienne surprised us all.