Christmas at my house is always at least six or seven times more pleasant than anywhere else. We start drinking early. And while everyone else is seeing only one Santa Claus, we'll be seeing six or seven.
Drown in a cold vat of whiskey? Death, where is thy sting?
Trust everybody, but cut the cards yourself.
I drink with impunity...or anyone else who invites me.
Once, during Prohibition, I was forced to live for days on nothing but food and water.
Ultimately chess is just chess - not the best thing in the world and not the worst thing in the world, but there is nothing quite like it.