Well, it's come to this...

Nine months of living in Europe and naked pictures of yourself are bound to show up somewhere on the Internet. That's what I learned last week.

An invitation to a harmless birthday/going away party. The activity for the evening was a dice game named, "Liar", also known as "Mexican". I'm not sure if the implication here is that these two words are synonyms, but I am leaning towards this being a coincidence, maybe.

Anyway, the rules of the game stated that if you lose a turn, you must take a piece of clothing off. I didn't really think much of this at first. Then I noticed that on the onset, I was already wearing less clothes than others in the room (curse my token 'shorts and sandals' summer attire).

Long story short, I was the first to lose all my clothes. As I reached to pull down my boxer-briefs, I thought to myself, 'is this really happening?'. Then I looked at everyone in the room and I could read all their faces, they were also wondering, 'is this really happening?'.

And so yes, I, along with eventually three other dudes, sat in the buff for the better part of an hour. I spent the hour wondering, why the heck am I still playing if I've already lost?

The girls managed to never lose their clothes. I think this had more to do with the fact that they were wearing 20 pieces of clothing and less to do with their 'Liar' playing skills.

Anyway, the game ended very innocently. Everyone put their clothes back on and we ate the delicious birthday cake...in awkward silence.