Belle’s post sums up just ONE of the reasons that drinking to sloppy excess–whether or NOT you’re a binge drinker, a drunk, an alcoholic, a 12-stepper, yada fucking yada–is just…poor form. This used to be me, too, and I’ve witnessed similar dinner-table scenarios where the volume goes up, the substance goes down, and I think, I guess I’ll just bury my face in my food. And accept that they are drunk and maybe possibly interested in what I have to say in the alternate universe that will resurface tomorrow, when everyone is sober.
Thanks, Belle. Grim, and a bit painful. Yet, instructive. What more can we ask for?