Later, a new employee, also quite plastered, refused to leave the venue when the party ended at midnight.
“You said we would drink till morning. I am not leaving!” he screamed.
Alcohol also makes us too friendly. You bump into your boss at the local and since he is picking the tab, you find it appropriate to express how much you love them.
“Sir, I love you. No, you’re not hearing me. I LOVE you BRO!”
This is followed by a tight hug, a pat on the back and a never-ending squeeze of the big man’s hands as people seated at the table start wondering about your sexual orientation.
Speaking of sex, women become quite generous while drunk to the extent that a popular alcoholic beverage has been christened ‘panty remover’.
After four of those deceptively sweetened drinks and several shots of tequila, a woman who would never give you a second look slurs, “Your place or mine?”
It is not for nothing that pastors dub alcohol the ‘evil drink’. A story is told of a university student who was thrown out of a club and decided to find a friendlier bar. Soon after, he heard ‘rhythm and blues’ wafting from an open doorway and walked in. The place was full so he went straight to the counter and asked for a cold beer.
Unfortunately, the hall wasn’t a pub, but a church!
And drink can lead one into the jaws of a lion. Take the inebriated lout who staggered to the bus station at midnight where, luckily, one box-like matatu was still waiting for passengers.
He headed to the co-driver’s seat, but the driver refused to open the door. So he staggered to the back. Strangely, the men at the back of the matatu threw him out.