A guy moves to rural Alaska to get away from it all. Eventually, a grizzled mountain man appears at his door and welcomes him to the neighborhood. "By the way," he says, "You're invited to a party this Saturday at my cabin, just over the hill and about a mile down the road. It's only fair to warn you, my parties tend to get a little wild. There's gonna be some drinking." "All right. I like alcohol." "There's probably gonna be some fighting." "Sure, I boxed a little in high school. I can take care of myself." "And there's definitely gonna be some fucking." "Wonderful, I haven't met a woman since I move up here. Oh, um ... what should I wear?" "Wear anything you like -- it's just gonna be the two of us."