I suffer from bipolar. Unless I’m riding high on some serious up-swings, it tends not to be a very fun mental illness. If there is one thing us ‘bi-polar bears’ love as much as a good anxiety spiral, it’s a good drink.
I have a friend who was born with a special gift. No, it’s not two penises (what?). It’s better. He was blessed with the enviable ability to be able to drink as much as he wants, without any consequences. Actually, there was that sexual harassment charge, but for the purpose of this article I’m talking about the dreaded hangover. He just doesn’t get them.
It’s bizarre how alcohol can have different effects on different people; making them angry, melancholy or just plain freaking insane! Do you know which type you are?
Sad drunks have the power to depress you and ruin a whole night out with their sobbing and brooding in the corner.
Even in the fun and crazy environment of nightclubs where booze controls our every move, there are certain things we have to consider during the transaction of cash for brain cell destroying liquids. Everything in life has rules and regulations of some sort. The very sound of “rules and regulations” sounds boring and should have no place in a nightclub.
Drinking on the weekend is a necessity for some people; without alcohol there is no fun, it would be just a normal, boring Saturday or Friday night. Your mates decide it would be fun to get a straight bottle and a shot bucket that should be enough for pre drinks.
Who likes to have a few fancy drinks when they’re out? Maybe its for a celebration or it could be you’re an alcoholic with loads of money to spare? Shout me a drink then!
The majority of the nice, fancy looking drinks are bought either at a bar or nightclub. Making them at home requires effort (which your drunk ass doesn’t have!)
I thought because I am ALWAYS the sober one - by choice of course - it would be funny to name the top places drunk people decide to sleep for the night. You tend to see a lot of crazy things during the car ride home. I don’t understand how drunks get themselves in those situations, I’m pretty sure a bed is a hell of a lot more comfier then say a floor?
It’s the weekend again and you’re thrilled that Friday is in the past and those dreadful clients who hassle you are as far away as possible! You sink a couple of schooners with your mates, play a bit of pool and engage in some pretty crazy drinking games that leave you completely paralysed.
What’s Australia Day without the classic anthems that the oldies and possibly the youngin’s grew up with? Music is music, if you’re anything like me I can listen to any genre and be happy with it, whatever kills that awkward silence that somehow always happens is good.
It’s the time of year when even if you don’t ordinarily have a social life, you kinda do, because it’s work Christmas party season. These kind of Christmas parties are complex entities and are difficult to understand.