Well, it all started out innocently enough. Debbie & I enjoying a little dancing and Dave enjoying looking at all the guys butts!
(You know - the usual stuff)

But, before too long Graham insisted upon getting a drink from everyone around him. You can only imagine what was about to transpire!

Yup - it didn't take too long for Graham to start grabbing all the women:

It wasn't bad enough that Graham was groping the women, but soon they were throwing themselves at him!
(Debbie must have been drunk :-)

We always suspected that Graham - I mean Martha - 
I mean both of them - had a foot fetish:

All of the man butts & foot fondling proved too much for Dave & Martha;

Alas, the mere seconds of passion enjoyed by Dave & Martha were to come to a quick end, as Dave was beginning to feel the effects of the 'Drunk Cloud' that was encompassing the Row that evening.
Oblivious to the fun that Bill & I were having, Martha began encouraging Dave to hit the sack.

"Dave, please go to bed. Your constant yawning is making everyone sleepy"
Ya, Bill & I thought that was pretty funny, too.

"Ok, Dave - now you look like you are going to be sick. Please don't get Bill's boat with it - Lynda will kill you!"

Hmmmm - 8% by volume. I wonder what that means?

Now I know!

Look - Dave got up!

  3:00 am was proving to be a bit too late for Billy . . .
And smoky, too.

As Debbie is down on her knees praying for it all to end - my wife gives 
away the last of my beer for the evening.
And Dave is still vertical!

D'oh!