At what age do you think bragging about how much you drank the night before stops sounding like youthful indulgence and starts to sound like alcoholic dependence?
I happen to work with people who like to go on and on (and on) about their supreme abilities to drink vast amounts of Rum/Vodka/Wine/Lager and their accompanying exploits thereafter. When I hear this, I tend to raise one eyebrow in such a way as if it say, “Oh, my child, you just wait. I too was like you – drinking double vodkas and tequilla slammers until the early hours, even on a ‘school’ night. But, the day you turn thirty, on that VERY day, a wicked witch will cast a spell on you and you will become outrageously and embarassingly drunk after just half a glass of wine, will throw up spectacularly after two glasses of wine and will need hospitalisation if you get anywhere close to finishing the bottle. And did I mention the hangovers? Oh my GOD – too horrible to describe – you just wait and see, because it WILL happen. On the plus side, you will be a cheap date and you wont feel so hard done by when it’s your turn to be designated driver.”
I may be less of a party animal now, but you should see how I conga after a pack of wine-gums!