Oh man..
Getting drunk (on occasions that is) can be some of the most fun you\'ve ever had in your life.
The weird thing is (and you obviously won\'t get it LICky or
care to get it, but..) losing your inhibitions in inherently fun. It allows you to find humour in more things, and enjoy life (for that time) even more than usual.
Of course, there\'s the flip side of this where people become irascible and violent. And some people are just like this. I\'ve known more than a fair share of people who are totally against getting drunk at all purely because of their childhood experiences with parents/relatives being alcoholics. However, there is a massive gulf between getting drunk occasionally in a party atmosphere, and being an alcoholic.
Yes, it is more than possible to have fun without getting drunk. Irrespective of this, I can honestly say that the
most fun I\'ve ever had in my life has been in a party atmosphere while under the influence. The shenanigans and non-stop laughter is intense. And then the capper: reminiscing about it the next day. Laughing at ones own idiocy, and the idiocy of others is something that everyone should be able to enjoy. And if you can\'t enjoy it, then you take yourself, and life too seriously.
Here\'s a copy n\' paste from a post of mine at another forums:
Here\'s a lesson in how to pick up girls:
Last night I went to a going-away party for a friend at the Vic. Needless to say I got far too drunk for my own good. After a few hours excessive drinking, shameless ogling and unbridled buffoonery our group made it\'s way over to another room. Ahhh, the karaoke bar!
A couple of my friends were already up on the stage singing away to a sentimental favourite when I decided that the best thing to do would be to stumble up on stage and grace the crowd with my own personalised rendition of Throw Your Arms Around Me with them. I stood up on stage, flung my jacket into the crowd (at some friends I knew) and started performing what would most adequately be described as a fusion of breakdancing and the waltz. I seized one of the microphones and pretty much took over the performance combining the lyrics to many songs, and even those that were taken from the Hunters and Collector\'s classic were probably incorrect.
After a good deal of faux-stripping and entirely too agressive hip-thrusting, the song was over. I retrieved my jacket still clamering to the microphone, and pronounced; "Ladies, I\'ll be here all night if you feel like sucking some dick!" and left the stage.
Anyways, my first foray into the world of karaoke was wildly successful, so I decided to tackle a song by myself. Went through the song list, and found the little doozy I wanted. Wrote down the song, and my name and waited. He put it at the bottom of the pile, but I wasn\'t going anywhere.
After sitting through many many songs I finally heard what I was waiting for. That unmistakable drum beat inro to Always by Bon Jovi. I went to take my stage, only to have the organiser of the karaoke stop me and anounce; "I\'ll be singing this one, mate."
I was livid.
To cut a short story even shorter, during the lulls of the song all that could be heard over the din of the crowd was my expostulating; "SHOULDN\'T YOU BE FELLATING A THREE YEAR OLD YOU COCKHEADED MOTHER FUCKER!?" and phrases to that general effect.
The next day, I laughed my ass off just thinking about this. And it was no where near up there with greatest ever drinking experiences. I could list them all night.
Again though, on the reverse side of this, some of the most humilating experiences I\'ve ever had have been while I was drunk. This, however, is in the vast minority.
LICky, you come drinking with me some time. I guarantee you\'ll have the time of your life. That\'s a guarantee, too.
