We survived

Indeed, the "engagement party" this past Saturday night in a far, far away city was a drunkfest. Instead of 100+ people attending, only about 50 showed up, and almost all of them drank until they puked. This is just a little insane.

It might have been "cool" when we were in our 20's and drinking like fish, because we were better able to handle it with young, strong bodies. And we didn't know much better. But as most of the crowd at the party were 50+, it wasn't pretty.

Old farts trying to show they can keep up with the few 20-somethings in the crowd? Not possible.

Drinking until you start crying and puking? I don't quite "get it."

As for me, I quit after three beers and three margaritas. The wife only had two beers and one margarita. That was enough to give both of us a nice buzz and to get a birds-eye view of people getting stupid drunk until 4:00am.

Frankly, I don't see the humor or allure of drinking until you get sick. I never really have. Call me a fuddy-duddy if you like, but both the wife and I felt fine the morning after, contrasted with the zombies that slept where they fell in a heap. On the bright side, they didn't drink and drive, but the price they were paying the morning after didn't quite seem to me to be worth the effort.

Fortunately, neither the bride-to-be nor the groom-to-be did anything really dumb like try to have sex with someone else at the party. Might have made it more interesting, though....