As they wait for dinner, the tribe is confronted with a bottle of rum. Ian explains that the guys opened up some coconuts and poured in the rum, and then they were drinking out of that. "It was sooooo good," he comments. Tom, on the other hand, is swigging rum directly from the bottle. I have no idea why none of them ever seem to think they're going to be hit hard by liquor in these situations. If I skip dinner before a party, it takes me about a drink and a half to get to the arm-grabbing, everyone-loving phase that otherwise takes...well, two and a half, at least. Tom should have anticipated that his body might not be entirely prepared to swig hard liquor from the bottle.

And then it is evening, and they're still drinking, and now the fish is ready. They enjoy a large haul of food, and as you listen in on the conversation, it's hard not to notice Tom becoming a little more...um, slurred. You know, as things move along. Finally, as he struggles to blast through a sentence, Katie turns to him and says, "Tom, you're not driving tonight, okay?" Mm-hmm. In an interview, Katie notes that Tom wound up being something of "a lightweight," and she wonders how this can be. Oh, it can be. It's always the one you'd never guess. And then Tom gets up and tries to go to bed, I think, or something, and all of a sudden, the fun ends, as it usually does. He falls down, and it's embarrassing, and Ian has to go over and ask him if he's all right, and Tom says that he is. But then as he tries to get into the shelter, he falls down again. So then Steph goes over to help him out, and...yes, it has officially ceased to be fun. Actual falling-down drunks are such a pain in the ass once you're out of college. Steph helps him get settled, and then as she settles in as well, she voices over that she did previously have this arrangement with Ian and Katie and Tom, but that was a long time ago, and she's not sure how they feel now. She says that "you're stupid if you don't" consider the possibility that you could always be next to go. Noooo! You are not the next to go. I won't tolerate it.