Um, we’d flail over fandom/ fics and then drink and then concoct evil fic plans and then drink and then flail some more and then drink and then fall into the “I love you, man” stage and then flail some more and then rope more people into our drunken love fest and flail some more and someone would end up on the tables singing and in the morning we’d all be very concerned about photos of said party…? I dunno. :-)