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Saturday, August 12, 2006 - It'd be Rude not to!
I went out last Wednesday night because my friend is leaving for grad school in alabama soon, did some amazing foosball and darts, and made an interesting observation about hard-drinking cultures. For some reason, there is often a very strong sense of honor/morality/ethics that I just can't quite name. I rarely hear anyone saying "I'm going to get completely trashed absolute out of my fucking mind tonight," although I do hear people saying "It's a celebration! We have to get shit-faced!" There's usually an external drive to becomming so inebriated that you lose control and blackout. I noticed the same thing a year ago in Mendoza when I went out drinking with the Irish kids. I remember John telling me "I went out last night, so I wasn't going to go out tonight, except I met someone who went to my school a few years before me, and well, I couldn't just not go out. It'd be rude!" I heard that That's not to say that there aren't people who don't need an excuse. The building manager where Mary works just told me that she had a $45 tab at the Grity after only 20 minutes there. For no party. Just because that's Friday night. My Friday night was still adventurous, but less gratuitous. Mary, Francie and I hit up a hookah bar, which had bad trance music but good hookahs. Ever since Madison's smoking ban, there's no tabacco in the hookahs (at least inside), so we were basically smoking the flavor straight. It was a little chalky, and next time I'd wait for a table outside, but it was a good experiment. There's no pressure there, at least. It wouldn't be rude.
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