Want to know if your boyfriend (or girlfriend) is a winner? Utter the sentence, “I can open this champagne with a sword. Wanna see?” If he (or she) answers, “Let me get my camera” you have a keeper on your hands. Either that or the one beer you each had has already affected your judgment. Also, it helps if the other person thinks you have done this before. Which I, uh, had not. Guess my buzzed bravado inspires confidence. Good to know.
Since there weren’t any swords lying around the kitchen, I used a big-ass chef’s knife and the effect was pretty much the same: the top of the bottle went flying off into a corner of the yard. I freaked out for a moment and thought there might be shards of glass everywhere, but nope. Nice clean cut. Sharp edges and we were committed to finishing the bottle (see part of story where the top comes right off) but as experienced day drinkers, we were up for the challenge.
I’m not entirely sure if this has earned me a blackbelt in drinking, or just means I am more likely to lose a finger trying to be a badass at parties.