  Everyone knows that I like my beer. I'm a bit of a beer freak. I am always up for trying new beers and comparing their malty bodies and flavours to old dependables like Tiger or Heineken. There's nothing I enjoy more than to be with my favourite people, having a couple of cold ones while watching the sun set. At times like that all feels right with the world. Some people are into their wines and are able to wax lyrical about grape variety characteristics and what years were good. I'd like to think that I'm sort of like that in a way. Yes, yes I am constantly the butt of alcoholic jokes but I put it down to the fact that well...people are just jelous of my love affair with the amber nectar. If only their personal lives were as uncomplicated as mine. He he. But the one thing that always surprises me is how people feel the need to drink as much as possible in a short amount of time. We're not cheeky teenagers anymore, or college students out on a pub crawl. Why do people want to get drunk?
Being drunk sucks. You slur your words, behave like an ass and dance like a moron. The reason behind today's little diatribe is an outing I had last night with some industry people. Now these guys are Fun (capital F). They're wicked funny, interesting, lively, have the best industry gossip (remember what I wrote about men being the best gossipers around?
Ref: my post "Men") and are all around good-time boys. I was looking foward to a relaxed night, chilling out with a couple of beers and was planning to be in bed by 11. Fat chance. The minute we arrived, the boys called for jugs of beer and bottles of red wine. I was to try their new drink - equal amounts of chilled red wine and beer mixed together. It actually tasted quite good - think of a frothy (but deadly) Ribena. The panic set in when they announced that everyone had to "bottoms up".
Being the only female in the group, I was spared from this stupid male ritual (thank gawd!). The boys polished off their glasses in a few seconds and proceed to refill. They did this about 5 times. It's a macho guy thing I'm guessing. By the end of the night they were stinking drunk. One guy was sleeping in his chair, the next one had his head in his hands, another was trying to stand, and the last one was trying to balance himself against the bar counter.
And to top it all off they were wondering why. Hello? So there was little old me, the youngest in the group - and the most sober (3 beers over the space of 4 hours doesn't do much). I didn't know whether to laugh or to leave. Alcohol mixed with stupidity is a very bad combination. And I'll bet that there are some heavy-assed hangovers happening today. A gentle reminder - Drink Responsibly . 
