When I was in college, my ex- boyfriend's parents had a party to celebrate his father's birthday. Tons of family and friends showed up. Every soiree that they threw had good food and drinks a plenty. A fun time was never in short supply. As the endless supply of wine, beer, and liquor were poured the laughter grew louder and old stories surfaced. In the midst of the good times my ex-boyfriend's aunt, Kate, a retired teacher, would always have a little too loud and a little too free. On this occasion, she interrupted her brother's birthday speech, to give him a speech of her own. My boyfriend's dad looked on letting it slide. Everyone acted graciously even though there were whispers among the guests. As she set her glass down it shattered along with her drink all over his dad's bar. Did I mention the glass she broke was from a brand new set that his father had gotten that night? She was apologetic, but very drunk.
I can think of another time when I was at a favorite hangout spot downtown at a place that The Preppy Handbook would call a dive, but nonetheless fun. A couple in their late forties was knocking back the dirty martinis as though they were going to be outlawed. My friends and I continued as normal. In a blink of an eye this couple was all over each other like teenagers. It was going well until the gentlemen fell off his bar stool mid kiss. The lady helped him up and they left shortly thereafter.
I won't pretend that I've never had too much to drink and given a show or two. That would be a lie. There is a difference though between merriment and being sloppy drunk. I have experienced both. The latter is never fun. It just goes to show that there isn't an age limit on not knowing your limits.
Hear hear sistah!
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