Designated Driving

The Queen has been introduced to a large portion of the Pickled Liver and Joliet YaYas.

While I was mixing beverages for the first hour after arriving at the party, my Queen apparently imbibed more alcohol than her body could successfully use. This happens to anyone who drinks one time or another. What does this mean to the other person...TAG, you are driving!

While everyone else is frolicking and feasting in the festivities, the designated driver's new job is to prevent serious injury of any other people participating in the party. As the Queen moved from the point of silly drunk to I hope she doesn't drown drunk, I have to wonder at what point does the responsibility shift from prevention to party dampener?

Is the objective to keep the party or event from turning into the paddy wagon pulling up to load everyone? When you are the designated driver, do you feel like the fifth wheel? Is the designated driver suppose to make sure the other person is not suppose to drink too much? What is the job description?

The Queen has apparently determined that she will not be participating in any more functions such as this. She feels that it is the DD job to control the amount of alcohol intake even if the DD didn't see but one glass of wine delivered.

This brings me to my point (as I almost always have one). Don't let a spouse be the designated driver. If you are going to a pickle party or just to the bar, having one of the two of you get smashed is not nearly as much fun as you both getting smashed and having someone else get you home.

A stranger is good. Just ask the guy walking out of the church across the street from the bar to give two of you a ride home. Other options include teenagers, cab, Amish horse drawn carriage, bus, walking, calling the police and telling them you have memory loss, and many more extravagant ideas.

I think her decision to avoid any further Pickled Liver / YaYa parties is a little extreme.

Did you know...

In Evanston, Illinois, bowling is illegal.

Comments

High Priestess said…
It's nice being the hostess, you're home - you're having a good time and watching everyone else have a good time - and when the festivities end - you just waddle to your room and crash! Hubby has an annual bash or two at a friends house where I maintain and drink responsibly (yes, I can do that - even if I prefer not to on most occasions!). Whenever we attend a BIF function - I always drive home because HP Hubby and BIF have been friends since High School - and twice a year jump into a bottle of George Dickel, and try to pound liquor like the did 30 years ago! Dear Queen, PLEASE don't boycott the Pickles or Ya Yas! We all go to the drunk and silly place at times, and the beauty of the group is that there is always someone who will be just as drunk along side you, and others who will watch your back and make sure you don't hurt yourself (hurt yourself too bad anyway). That's what friends are for, and life is way too short to behave all the time. That's what the boring people do, I prefer to hang with people who know how to have a good time!
10:36 AM
Mickey said…
I think being a DD has always had a negative stigma to it.. i mean, the proposition isn't enticing 'so, we're looking for you to party with us, as our mental faculties diminish, and drive us home in our drunken state, and maybe even put us to bed'.

It should be different. Personally, I look at being a DD as the guy who has a beer or 2 over the course of 5-6 hours, with the bonus of partying with folks, and remembering the ridiculous activities from the night before without the worry of a headache.

However, as I learned the hard way when telling people this at work, apparently DD's are relegated to drinking water and soda all night. While I think it's OK to nurse 2 pints of guinness over 5-6 hrs, others don't agree with that.

Of course, all of this is a moot point if you convince your hosts to have a enormous slumber party and pick out the greasiest diner possible for a hangover breakfast stop. :)
6:41 PM
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