When the folks return from their first stop, I can tell who wants to keep partying, and who doesn't. In general, one or two of the guys will be drunk and they want the night never to end. One or two of the women have had enough to drink and they want to go home. The rest are somewhere inbetween.
The problem comes down to money. Once alcohol takes over, inhibitions disappear, first among them the inhibition to spend money.
Drunk guys say:
Accchhh, c'mon honey, we're having a good time. Let's have fun! Have a drink and relax!
The women who want to go home say:
This is costing us $1.75 a minute, while they give the drunk guys withering looks.
Not that it's always a split along sex lines. There are plenty of girls who are with the 'who cares' program, and sometimes they lead the push. But in general, it's the guys who lose control.
Now I can't see much of what happens behind me. Once they discover the divider, it rarely goes down, and only then to shout unintelligible commands at their erstwhile chauffeur. By now we have probably stopped at our second bar, and might even be on our way to the third. By now people get lost, and we have to wait for them. And by now smokers want just another cigar or cigarette before they load up, so we have to wait for them. Some of them go to find a friend so that he/she can come along with us.
So the group is split into three factions; those who want to go home, but are resigned to their fate; the normal ones who are tipsy but reasonable; and the drunks and smokers and planners and completely oblivious who just wanna keep doing what they're doing until they fall on their face or wake up the next day with a giant grey/green hangover.
The tipping point will come at around 1:00 am. We are more than likely to be either at the Seminole Hard Rock Casino in Tampa, or at a strip club. If at the casino, one of my people will do something to attract the interest of the security people. Those folks tolerate little. If at a strip club, someone will need to come outside for a puke. It's surprising to me how these little events turn an evening, but turn it they do.
Fortunately, bars in Florida close at 2:00 am or only slightly later, so there is nowhere to go thereafter. Or so you might think.
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5 comments:
Or so you might think.
i think i see perdition looming ahead, sugar! xoxoxox
That would be that light over the horizon, glowing through the mist, Sugar.
I think I might have built this up too much. There's not so much perdition ahead as something akin to a flat tyre.
*don't want to disappoint you*
I don't know but having to go outside to puke would definitely turn my evening! Hell, I'd worry about letting Mr. Puke back into my limo.
you never disappoint, sugar! xoxo
Mr (or Miss) Puke is often so contrite and embarrassed afterwards that they're as gentle as a lamb, Don.
And believe me, puke is better outside the limo than in. I'm always grateful for that.
We'll see, Sugar :-)
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