SPACE BAR

摘要

Houston, we have a problem: there's no party spirit up here. It's impossible to keep anyone under the mistletoe for long enough to kiss them, my stocking has floated off and emptied its contents into the control module, and a game of Monopoly is just not an option. We're getting desperate. Christmas is coming, and we need a drink. What were the mission designers thinking of when they said people could live in space? Without beer?