Currently listening to "Stairway to Heaven"

Last night was rather interesting. Another summer, another house party. You gotta love it. There is something about house parties that truly make a great summer. It only makes sense that the greatest party of all happens when the sky is blue-black and speckled with stars, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the suburbs, the beer is plentiful, the deck is consistently clouded with a light hue of cigarette smoke, and the people are only your close friends. The party itself does not have to be huge but the group should more than make up for that. Last night was one of those nights for me. Nearly everybody I would want to be there was, in fact, there. It was amazing.

Beer Pong was being played in the basement, shots of whatever the hell we had were being done in the kitchen, the ash trays were overflowing on the deck in the backyard as several people passed 40's in the hot tub, and upstairs were the devotees to Guitar Hero and Family Guy. I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Of course, no party would be complete without some magnificent sluttery. I was in rare form, which I do not take pride in. Yes, blogosphere, I woke up next to Coyote Ugly. I knew before I began to drink that I was not going to be proud of myself, yet the more beer that I drained down into my gullet, the more capable of rationalizing the situation I was. And so, having rationalized the entire situation to the best of my ability, I meandered into the recesses of "Just Drunk Enough" sex.

We've all been there...some of us too many times, some of us just no longer care. I guess what I am left to wonder is this: Why is it that we do that? Why do we, fully capable of choosing suitable partners in the daylight, allow ourselves to bed people whom we have little to no interest in? Where is the true rationale for that? Is it just the physical act of sex? Is it boredom? What is it that compels our animal instincts to take over?

The obvious answer is beer. But I believe it goes deeper than that because not everyone acts this way when they drink.

I have many theories about beer and sex. Hell, everyone has many theories about beer and sex. "Beer Goggles" come to mind, however that really only reflects upon the drunk, which is separate from my situation last night. Remember, I was sober first. I do believe that, while the situations are slightly different from one another, the two basic principles involved in both still apply. Understand, it seems that everyone has the ability to revert to a more animalistic style when they drink. That being said, it would seem that some people (myself included) are constantly and consistently in heat. Others, however, do not act this way. Could that mean that those who immediately head towards their animal instincts are not as evolved? Or is it possible that those clearly in touch with their instinctual side are more so evolved that the rest of the populace?

This is my true conundrum. This is where I find myself lost in a sea of thought. Any ideas, comments, suggestions, or ranting would be greatly appreciated.

Also, "Spur of the Moment Rage" or "Drunken Rage". What the hell is that all about? Some people get crazy randy when they drink, and some people get, well, bitchy. Honestly, I have not put much thought into this one, but it seems like it would be an interesting subject to ponder. By the way, I love the word "ponder".

Up next: Party Fouls.