At my step-sister’s wedding I quite willingly drank like a fish. Sustained drinking from about 4pm til midnight. Yet at the peak of the drinking, when the groom tried to get me to dance with him (to clarify at this point, I am male) I didn’t hesitate to refuse. I felt sorry for him being turned down. I refused not because he is male (I am not homophobic. Used to be. Not any more) but because I have an aversion to dancing. I have never danced, even in a casual way, in my life. Partly for fear of looking like a twit, but mainly because I have never been able to see the point in it.
So after 8 hours of drinking I was still fully under the influence of that particular inhibition.
One inhibition I do lose is the one that stops me talking complete and utter shite.