Pissin The night away!

There have been many explanations why people drink. There are 2 explanations i would like to bring to the foreground. First would be one from The Little Prince, a favourite book of people who do not wish to grow up and be jaded.

The next planet was inhabited by a tippler. This was a very short visit, but it plunged the little prince into deep dejection.

"What are you doing there?" he said to the tippler, whom he found settled down in silence before a collection of empty bottles and also a collection of full bottles.

"I am drinking," replied the tippler, with a lugubrious air.

"Why are you drinking?" demanded the little prince.

"So that I may forget," replied the tippler.

"Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who already was sorry for him.

"Forget that I am ashamed," the tippler confessed, hanging his head.

"Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him.

"Ashamed of drinking!" The tipler brought his speech to an end, and shut himself up in an impregnable silence.

And the little prince went away, puzzled.

"The grown-ups are certainly very, very odd," he said to himself, as he continued on his journey.

Apparently we drink to forget. And anyone successful at the task would have probably forgotten what we wanted to forget. Anyone with enough of a budget would continue anyway.

Truthfully i do not see the point of the quote above. Most people who do not attempt to drink as much as i do might never understand. One of the best reasons for indulging into an alcoholic frenzy i've found comes from The Legend of Bagger Vance, staring Will Smith and Matt Damon.

It goes like this:

              Now the question on the table...
           ...is how drunk is drunk enough?
           And the answer is, it's all a matter of brain cells.
           Brain cells?
           That's right. Every drink of liquor you take kills brain cells.
           But that don't matter, we got billions more.
           First the sadness cells die, so you smile real big.
           Then the quiet cells go, so you talk real loud for no reason at all.
           That's okay, because the stupid cells go next...
           ...so everything you say is real smart.
           And finally...
           ...come the memory cells.
           These are tough sons of bitches to kill.

And indeed those memory cells are some tough sons of a bitches to kill. Especially the good ones. The beautiful ones. The ones that make you smile for no reason, and then when you realise you have no reason to smile the world falls apart around you. Because, just because...

Cheers, Joy, Pura Vida, A votre sante, and of course Salud!