Some people get off work at midnight. Those people may well be going grocery shopping between midnight and 6 a.m.
It really, really doesn’t.
Or driving the babysitter home.
The trouble is, it starts off like this -
And winds up
I hate sloppy drunks.
It’s a left over from my high school days, where I was always the one cleaning up the vomit and putting out the fire and hiding the knives (don’t ask).
But yeah, call a cab.
Regards,
Shodan
Speaking of dicks…
Calling a cab would have been a proper thing to do.
Sounds like the biggest jerk in all this is Jokester who initially promised Smashed a place to crash so she just cut loose thinking she wouldn’t have to worry about driving home.
For people who drink, most have probably drank a little too much at least once in their life. I would say it’s more common with people who don’t drink socially all that often as they a) won’t have much of a tolerance and b) probably won’t have much sense about how much they can actually drink.
But that usually happens when you are a teenager or in college…not when you’re 30 years old.
You better not be speaking about me.
To Jokester’s credit, I’m not sure Smashed had actually made any formal arrangements. She spoke about it like was a closed deal to us, but when we later asked Jokester directly about it, she reacted in a way that indicated she was not planning on such an imposition. Possibly Smashed was only assuming Jokester would take her back home. I can’t say I blame Jokester… she has a small child, and even without kids I really wouldn’t be able to tolerate that sort of thing on a regular basis. The truth is it was a very chaotic and disorganized and miscommunicated situation all over the board.
This is how old I am - in making plans for our New Year’s Eve, I’m taking into account the fact that in spite of me not drinking and bringing my own car, I’m going to be out there on the drinking and drivingest night of the year. I had a near miss one sober (for me) New Year’s Eve, and I’m well aware of how everyone else is trying to kill me.
Now that I don’t drink any more (I used to drink and get drunk like every other young adult), I can barely stand to be around drunk people. Who knew drunk people were such incredible assholes? 
(Good for you for trying to do the right thing, Olives. Chalk this one up to experience.)
Seriously. I’m as guilty of it as the next guy, but there seems to be this unwritten rule that people get a free pass on any actions they take while drunk between the hours of 10:00pm and 6:00am. Or at least they act as if there is.