a reply to: NarcolepticBuddha
Thing is NB, I get exactly where you are coming from.
Its bad enough when you are at a bar drinking, or at an eatery, and some oaf you don't know is behaving like an idiot, making a mess and a fuss, and
generally being an obnoxious twit. But when they happen to be in the group you walked into the joint with, its absolutely detestable. People who
behave like that simply should not drink. They haven't the stomach or the brains for it, clearly.
That is why it is necessary to be selective in who you will and will not go drinking with. I have been fortunate enough to assemble about myself a
group of friends who can hold their booze without making completely objectionable arses of themselves, and whose company I find enjoyable. But I am
more than aware of exactly how fortunate that makes me, and nothing can possibly illustrate that better, than the behaviour of other patrons at bars
and eateries I have been in before. For example, there was an occasion a few years ago where a friend of mine was celebrating their birthday, at a
restaurant in town, whose gimmick was that as well as serving Spanish inspired cuisine, it also had a dancefloor and music would play to which people
might, were they interested in doing so, get up to dance to. The name of the place was Salsa, so you can imagine what the general theme in the place
Now, our party was about twenty people, all between the ages of twenty eight to about fifty years old, and our conversation was lively. Not loud, not
obnoxious, just lively, and of course, being British and mostly a bunch of alternatives, as well as the fact that many of us practically grew up in
the same pub, we were knocking back booze like Ragnarok was coming. We were handling ourselves well, as standard. But there were people in that place
who had literally NO idea how to cope with alcohol. The table behind mine, the patrons around which had been there for half the time we had, became
twice as drunk on approximately a fifth as much booze, as the patrons around our table were. They stumbled into my chair and that of a few other
friends of mine, several times on the way too and from the toilets, were so loud that one could not even hear the music, leave alone ones own
conversation, and generally made idiots of themselves. One of them became so drunk that, despite clearly having all the body rhythm of a block of
cheese, they decided they were going to give everyone in the bar a master class in salsa dancing. Of course, they proceeded to not only embarrass
themselves with the most utterly formless display in dance history, but fall awkwardly against some tables and chairs, and actually managed to not
only make a mess, but also damage the actual furniture in the establishment.
This led to a quarter hour effort on the part of management, to see that the entire party with which the oaf had arrived, was ushered, with much loud
moaning and threats of legal action from the banished patrons, out of the door. The moment they got outside and the air hit them, fully half their
number became near incapable of standing up, leading to them to have to lean on the window, on bollards on the edge of the pavement, and on one
another just to remain partially upright. The entire group was utterly shameless in their abandonment of all decorum and capacity.
Now then... I am all for folks having a good time, but there is a difference between having a good time, and making sure that no one else is having a
good time. The entire time that the group were in the restaurant, they made it impossible for other patrons to enjoy their time there. Their stumbling
had caused spilled drinks, forkfuls of food to end up in the laps of patrons, their noise had prevented conversation and totally ruined the mood for
an awful lot of the patrons, as well as making life incredibly difficult for the staff and management there. We were the last customers to leave that
night, and we exited the building, replete with food and booze, in a FAR better state, all upright, capable and awake, not slurring loudly and waking
up the neighbourhood with every idiotic utterance. We even put our chairs straight at the table and ensured that any mess was actually on the plates
we had eaten from, rather than left to the side of said plates, and yes, we were all drunk by then. But we held it together, we were enjoyably drunk.
We made problems for no one.
That is how I like it. I love to party as much as the next person, but having fun stops the moment you loose control of your standards in my
estimation. See, when I drink, I stop before my faculties get utterly ruined. That's what I expect of my friends, and I am super lucky to have them to
have a beer with, because there are many who just cannot help becoming total embarrassments when they get a few in them.