Oh beer.  (Oh the things I’ve seen people do after having too much beer.)  I’m not one to get hammered and make a fool of myself, but I’ve seen it happen on more than one occasion.  As amusing as it is to bear witness to obnoxiously intoxicated women dry-humping one another in the hopes of fetching someone’s – anyone’s – attention, I don’t much understand the ritual.  People get depressed and they drown their sorrow in beer, a depressant, making themselves more miserable.  People get lonely and drink away their inhibitions to get laid, but then they can’t remember if they did, and just end up spending the afternoon at the free clinic.  People get a promotion and to celebrate making more money, they spend the first three months of their extra earnings on alcohol for them and their 50 closest friends, leaving them drunk and no more wealthy than had they never got the raise.  People get weekends off and to have a good time drink shot after shot until they puke, which is not a good time… unless you’re a runway model.  But as previously stated, and as is the case with many other of life’s little sins, it sure is fun to watch.