I'm sorry, but when my group sits down to game, we sit down to game, not do anything else that might interfere with it.
First we hand out the barbiturates. Fighters get the blue pills, clerics and magic-users get the pink ones. Then once the three sacred hashish sticks are lit around the miniatures, twelve grams (not thirteen, I mean we're not playing AD&D here folks) of peyote are unwrapped and split into equal piles based on the last experience point distribution. The DM then takes a hit of nitrous for each player sitting at the table while the rest of us begin mixing the cocktails in a large 4-gallon tub. Old d20s that roll unluckily are carefully dissolved in a mixture of heroin and cocaine before being added to the base along with ten cups of everclear, burgundy rum, orange juice, and a couple of dollops of schlitz. The DM is then given two tabs of acid before being carefully stripped naked and lowered into a meditative isolation tank of menthol, ammonia and chocolate from which he can shout out the directions of what we can do and where we can go, assuming he can fight off the bats.
That, my friends, is the only true way of playing D&D.