I just got home (it's midnight here, despite the time stamp) from the annual banquet for my journal. I had a good time. It was held at an Italian restaurant, with family-style all-you-can-eat food and an open bar. So I indulged, drinking in the course of an evening a midori sour, glass of wine, and something involving Coke, rum, and kahlua. For me that's a lot, but I was eating at the same time and so did not end up under the table.
Afterwards some of us walked over to a nearby bar where apparently a lot of BU Law students were hanging out. The place was notable for its mechanical bull. After signing away my and my descendants, ancestors, and next-door neighbors' rights to sue, I tried out the bull. I actually did very well, lasting a full 30 seconds before deciding to surrender to gravity. I think the trick was to be drunk enough to be willing to try it, but not so drunk as to have no sense of balance. I saw a lot of people tip off after 8-15 seconds, but then again I think these people might have been tipping over just as quickly even when on solid ground.