as memory serves JRT - though it all appears fuzzy - I seem to recall the unclipped back strap of an enormous busenhalter, propelled by masses of tumbling flesh toward sound-breaking speed, catching you on the braces and catapulting you through what is now a doorway in the stone wall. Your immediate fate was unknown to me, and quite frankly it was every man for himself at that point. But fortuntely for you, your state of inebriation wrapped you in its embrace and saved your skin to fight another day. It did not go so well for several other gentlemen who were left in the room with Olga, but those details are nearly too gruesome to tell. The lucky ones among them did not survive.
"you know you've done a wheels up landing when it takes full power to taxi."
