Me and you started an official organization for drinking enthusiasts called Fancy Men: Drinkin’ Buds. We recruited somewhere around 200 members. For our inaugural meeting we rented out the entire mall. We had all the tables in the food court arranged in a huge circle for a huge fucking game of flip cup, and we had beer pong tables totally filling the atrium. All of the restaurants in the food court were totally stocked with drafts.
Anyway, to start the event, I prepared a power point presentation to explain all the drinking rules. You followed it up by jogging into the room to the tune of Higher Love by Steve Winwood and named all of the officers of the organization. The only officer I can remember was Rip, who you named Sippin’ Dipper.
Overall one of the best dreams I’ve ever had.