My crowd terms that “alcohol abuse”. During meetings of the July Birthday Club that was a 5-minute major, meaning you had to spend 5 minutes in the penalty box – a cast-iron tub in the corner of the bar.
Not exactly related to party ethics but this seems a good point to mention my favourite social drinking euphemism…
I addition to the “wing man” and “point man”. Every large group of male drinking companions has the “Jimmy White’s brother”. The quiet, shy, downcast, pasty-looking one who never gets laid (my personal role as a youth 
). It comes from an apocryphal tale that when his brother died, British Snooker player Jimmy White and his mates, took his body out on one last bender.
Because if you don’t, then she remembers you!
Come prepared:
Wear appropriate atire to whatever event you are going to. If you’re going to a place with a dress code, don’t show up with jeans and sneakers.
Don’t be the guy who forgets his drivers license
Go to the ATM BEFORE everyone comes to pick you up
Also commonly referred to as “swordfighting” or “sausaging”. It really was annoying when I was younger having friends who stand around with their dicks in their hands until you talk to a girl. THEN they all want to come over and talk to her too.
The only “rule” among my group is no rushing anything when people are high. That includes hassling about “bogarting” the joint. There’s plenty of weed, it doesn’t matter if someone holds onto it for a while. It’s annoying when someone’s whining “pass that bowl, man!”
No stress, no pressure, no impatience.
Thou shall not spill the bong. Especially if there is carpeting. Spilling a drink is really not considered a foul in my circle (or at least, a barely noticeable offence), exept when done on the blouse of a comely young lass.
When barfing, the toilet is really the only acceptable place. Do so discretely and attempt to clean up all evidence. Do not pass out in the locked bathroom. I’m talking to you, Al. If unable to reach the bathroom, the next two best places are a trashcan or outside of the house. Thank you.
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Oh, why doesn’t somebody tell me these things?!
Stop?
Bearflag pretty much got it.
I can only think of one other rule. If you are cleaning the beer up the next day, you usually pour the remains, which include a lot of cigarette butts and whatnot, into a large bowl. Now the rule: Someone has to joke about someone else drinking the contents of this bowl.
Shouldn’t this thread be in IMHO
It seems to have changed a bit from my parties
A cock-blocker was always a chick. Usually a chick who was getting no attention, and decided that if she wasn’t gonna have fun nobody was going to. Usually by being bitchy, demanding the attention of the other girls, guilting everybody into going home early, etc.
The foremost duty of the wingman was to cock-block-block, do whatever it takes to stop her from interferring.
Well, sometime after the excess part. Not right away.
There’s also “Don’t be a piker”… in other words, don’t be the guy/gal who, having bought several female friends to the party, then decides that he/she has to be up early for work, and will therefore be leaving early, taking said female friends with him/her since he/she’s their ride.
I first heard the term in "Easy Riders "sound track ,I was told that it was cos Bogart had false teeth and made the roach soggy,mind you Iheard a different version that it meant that someone was hanging on to the …er cigarette like grim death while everyone else was gagging for a blast.
Because we all suffer from the Human Disease “unlimited optimism”,we all KNOW !that when we arrive at the party and have had a few drinks just to be sociable ,exchanged a couple of witty remarks while out of the corner of our eyes we subtly appreciate the muted adoration of our intelligence and our flashing wit from the hottest babes in the room and know that shortly we’ll let them out of their misery and they can" have" us.
And as the few drinks turn into a few more we arrive at the state where the "Munters"we gave sympathetic glances to when we arrived,“Yeah !in your dreams luv!guess who’s going home alone eh?”
You feel sorry for them but “for ogs sake why do they even bother turning up ?”
But by then they’ve mutated into one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen and using shakespearian prose you tell them "…I…fink Your really nice,nah honest ! "and are a bit puzzled when they’re not in awe of the compliment you’ve paid them.
I often wonder what the womans experience of parties is ,mostly ignored at the beginning of the night and then enduring hours of incoherent rambling followed by some "for the form of it " disoriented attempts at getting a hug and a kiss.
I have been told that it IS good manners to show some attempt at wiping the sick off of the curtains and your attempt to seduce the hostess,who also happens to be your best mates missus and who happens to be standing 2 feet away will be treated with amused tolerance .
Ah Xmas !I love it !
Probably the reason ever party has a ration of at least 5 guys to every girl
Don’t “Woody” the blow.
If you’ve seen “Annie Hall”, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
Just in case you’re more comfortable with visual examples of terms, here is an illlustration of both the Wingman and the Beer Goggler. When the author gets around to posting it online, I’ll add the link to GUE.