Waking up from his druken stupor in his ship, Odin heads for the cantina to find some good Corellian ale.
Looks around the Cantina, seeing that it is empty says to himself, free ale, yipee. Grabs the best bottle finds a comfy spot and begins to drink.
Getting bored with that, Grabs his sword, and starts using tables as pells. Then sees how well he can throw his lightsaber while being drunk.
(you just need to know how to have fun)
"Dulce bellum inexpertis."
Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:
"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."