Drinking and that guy

Having talked to one of my friends on the subject and encountering an interesting experience of my own, and maybe it's because i'm getting older and growing out of that phase, or i'm just a loser that has never really known how to have a good time, but i've begin to question why people drink so much to the point that they reach points of conciousness where they have none, where time just ceases to exist, when in fact the point is to go out and have an awesome time, doesn't drinking beyond recognition work against said purpose of having a good time, unless of course you don't want to remember the good time to be had, in which case you have other issues, and then if you throw in the propensity of those overimbibers to disgorge anything they ate in the past six hours all over the ground, possibly their friends, and inevitably their pants and shoes, consuming inordinate amounts of alcohol just doesn't seem to be worth it, and i'm not necessarily the best to speak out against overindulgence in the nectar of the gods for i have had my nights, and my days, and my dawns and dusks, and perhaps it just got real expensive after a while or my clothes all got redecorated by my (and others) retched abdominal contents, or it was the realization that this past Halloween when I found myself downtown in a club dressed up in drag by my coworkers only to wake up the next afternoon alone in my bed, remembering that my keys, my wallet, and my cell phone were in a friend of a friend of a friend's apartment; that my car was parked 25 miles away; and that i had absolutely no clue how i got home that night (morning) or what i had done for the past 12 hours, and sure, i imagine i had an amazing night out with a bunch of fun people, but as there are no pictures and no one i went with will tell me anything about what happened, all i know is that it was an expensive way to get dressed up in women's clothes and feel extremely tired and hung over in the morning, and i could have done that at home for free (which is NOT what i do at home by the way) -- and i think it was these events that caused me to wonder if the possibility of a good night out is worth the hassle and the expense, and the more i think about it, the more i realize that it is.

It is safe to say that what bothers me the most about drinking is not whether or not I will get drunk (that's a given), but that someone else will be that guy, you know who i'm talking about -- well, actually there's a bunch of "guys": there's the Dr. Jekyl/Mr. Hyde syndrome that sometimes happens when said guy has a drastic change in personality (commonly seen as the overaggresive jackass who, after half a smirnoff ice, begins to whine like a little bitch), there's the Small Bladder Guy who keeps leaving because he has to pee every 5 minutes, there's Let Me Get You Drunk So You Won't Realize I'm Taking Advantage Of You Guy who ultimately hooks up with some unsuspecting coed who wouldn't give him the time of day otherwise, and then there's DrunkWastedSmashedBlitzed Guy who loves nothing more than to tell every person (often more than once) how drunk or wasted or smashed or blitzed he is, and tons of other guys that drive me nuts and are total buzzkills and you wish they would just pass out so you can enjoy your evening, and if you can't label anyone at your party as that guy, well, it's probably you and you're too drunk to know it.
- posted by yeah...about that... @ 6:13 PM