Y'know it's funny. By the time I was 21, I was pretty much already over the novelty of drinking.
Sure I guess I must have a had a couple crazy "woohoo I'm allowed to do this now, let's go and like...buy alot of booze for no reason" moments, but really...My worst nights drinking had nothing to do with the fact that I was suddenly ALLOWED to do it.
I was well past that idea to the point that I was just worried about if I'd DIE or GET ARRESTED or kill someone else doing it.
Yeah, so there's a group of people I've hung out with occasionally (ie: last night), and it's cool to know that I can probably have some fun and know they're usually down for some drinks if I feel like it, but I don't understand how it could be fun for them anymore.
If, by the time everyone gets together in one place you're already drunk to the point of practically falling asleep on the couch, there's not much fun in hanging out or drinking with you, because any more booze I give you is just that much likely to kill you, or at least knock you on your ass.
I've explained countless times that at that point, you're no fun when you're a sack of meat laying on the floor, and any attempts to make you more fun by giving you another drink will only be fun in that "whee! look at all the brihgt lights and loud noise an ambulance makes! it's like a disco!" kind of way.
There isn't even that awful and disgusting brand of fun of trying to make out with/fuck the drunk people, because you're likely to get thrown up on, and you could pretty much have the same amount of fun with less social awkwardness, albiet a bit more of that dangerous kind of fun, at a morgue.
-So yeah, having maybe one drink and some stupidly drunk conversation with you, then proceeding to spend the rest of the night either holding a bucket or your head/hair in a position to make vomiting slightly less awful for those around you, or physically dragging your body around for your own safety, only to be yelled at and swung at for doing so...Not worth it.
Dave
Sure I guess I must have a had a couple crazy "woohoo I'm allowed to do this now, let's go and like...buy alot of booze for no reason" moments, but really...My worst nights drinking had nothing to do with the fact that I was suddenly ALLOWED to do it.
I was well past that idea to the point that I was just worried about if I'd DIE or GET ARRESTED or kill someone else doing it.
Yeah, so there's a group of people I've hung out with occasionally (ie: last night), and it's cool to know that I can probably have some fun and know they're usually down for some drinks if I feel like it, but I don't understand how it could be fun for them anymore.
If, by the time everyone gets together in one place you're already drunk to the point of practically falling asleep on the couch, there's not much fun in hanging out or drinking with you, because any more booze I give you is just that much likely to kill you, or at least knock you on your ass.
I've explained countless times that at that point, you're no fun when you're a sack of meat laying on the floor, and any attempts to make you more fun by giving you another drink will only be fun in that "whee! look at all the brihgt lights and loud noise an ambulance makes! it's like a disco!" kind of way.
There isn't even that awful and disgusting brand of fun of trying to make out with/fuck the drunk people, because you're likely to get thrown up on, and you could pretty much have the same amount of fun with less social awkwardness, albiet a bit more of that dangerous kind of fun, at a morgue.
-So yeah, having maybe one drink and some stupidly drunk conversation with you, then proceeding to spend the rest of the night either holding a bucket or your head/hair in a position to make vomiting slightly less awful for those around you, or physically dragging your body around for your own safety, only to be yelled at and swung at for doing so...Not worth it.
Dave 
phedre:
Well, no, I imagine it probably wouldn't be.
ltrain:
For all the word Bubbles you gave me. This is for you!!! 
