Just a quick philosophical question for you younglings today:
If “getting lit” means getting wasted (i.e., trashed), why do we assume that downing so much alcohol that our breath can light an open flame from thirty paces is the epitome of a good time? I mean, if I’ve drunk enough that my drunken antics go from being entertaining to the entertainment (for that inevitable face-melting flame that will invariably arrive), wouldn’t “getting lit” be the exact opposite of what I want to do for fun?
