In the cool of the evening we see the setting sun as the guests arrive. The party plans were made days earlier with dangerous risks planned as parties go. Talking with friends who can out drink the other to make an impression or win a bet and desperate to do so. Slow drinks for awhile then the arguments starts pushing you into the booze. Curious if you can become the champion. Ready to step up to the table with bragging and confidence thinking he can do it. Insults from his friends is building his energy. None of your friends argued for the chance to be the player. Excitement is building, glasses on the table, the booze is poured. The race is on for a few minutes then the end of the booze, your life, or your self-respect. The condition we are in the morning after will be a trophy displayed on our self-praise. A big, bright, shiny stain on our conscience is the grand prize we were desperate to win. Only the player is the loser as the rest of the guests watch with humor thinking only a complete fool will try. Passed out the party is over as the guests travel to the nearest bar. No handshake, no pat on the back, no victory party. You will notice how much these friends will ignore you after sleeping it off because you never was a friend of theirs. Someone around to make a fool of and you done that. If you would have said no to the booze none of your friends would have stepped up to try. I know. I’ve been there.
. Take yourself out for latte and have the best party you ever had.
. see ya’ next time