It would be difficult to over state the effectiveness of alcohol as a social lubricant. I attended a surprise Halloween / birthday party on the weekend and despite the small number of people in the large hall, the seriously pissed off surprisee, and the astounding lack of costume participation, everyone had a fabulous time because they were drinking like their divorce papers just got signed.
I think college, or maybe St. Paddy’s day a few years ago was probably the last time I was with a group of people so thoroughly drunk. And I don’t mean one too many glasses of wine with dinner kind of drunk. I’m talking about the “lets pass around a tray of shooters and then air guitar to our favorite 80’s song” kind. I had conversations that went like this:
Me (with arm around new friend): You Rock!
New Friend: Naw man, you rock!
Me: What was your name again?
Me: Your ex-boyfriend sound like an asshole. Your beautiful! And you have a great ass!
Girl: Thanks!
New Boyfriend: He’s right, you really do.
By the end of the evening there was only about fifteen people left, but they were the right fifteen people. Everyone was bombed and I walked out with fifteen new best friends, none of whom I could currently name.
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