there is something about watching old people get drunk or can I say get warm. They start to say anything they want. I encountered such people the night before when i went to help a friend out. Whenever I am at places like that I feel like a lawn jockey or the hired help. I get pointed and called over with the flick of a wrist. I pretty much walked around doing my job as usually. I was about to relay a conversation but it took me so long to transfer over to this I have lost the urge. I will though leave you with a picture.
