Alien vs Me

Alcohol...
Boss for many, Friends for few, Foe for the most, ... What for Me?
...hmmm, it is an alien... even though I was surrounded by invaded, yeah alcohol invaded friends and family, somehow, I have always kept away from this alien. Maybe I value humans a lot.. ha ha ;-).

This alien never invaded my planet until now, Well... I won't say that it did not try, it did... but the war was fought well without a strategy (no need of one) and the result was always the same... yeah it was not in favor of my enemy ;-).

What?... sorry?... say again?...
yes, I have.... I have let it enter my blood territory manier times, but his invasion attempt was always a failure.

People say, know your friends well, know your enemies better... Yes, I know him better...

Whisky, Brandy, Rummy, Winey... whatever you call...
KingFisher, Johnny Walker, Bacardi... whatever you name...
Kiss, Soothe, Cool, Hug... whatever you do...

"He will still make you stink bitter...
...and dictate your personality better..."

Personality eh?
...for many, what they are...
...for (very) few, how they are...
...when accompanied by this stranger, "how" is tossed up.

Friday, wahey! party time! after my friends helped Airtel to survive, we all met in a bar...

Crowded the place is, lonely my friends are...
Darker the bar is, lightened my friends are...
Smoky the environment is, on fire my friends are...
Noisy the sound is, calm my friends are...

Is this a calm before the storm?... aha, what do you expect?... you better not expect anything... let Mr. Alcohol predict it...

60 minutes passed like a government project...;-).

Our dear old outsider is seated well inside my friends’ heads... hence it all started...

Deputy Gods came into action...
Waiters, were insulted...
Tables, were banged...
Vulgarity vomited...
Hard feelings shared...
Glasses broken, so the hearts...
Insanity danced...
Simply... out of control...

quite experienced I am... not in drinking... but in handling the drunkards... ;-). It is equally funny and embarrassing... I won't be angry, but I sympathize. I have an alternative job of "drunkard sitter" ;-), after all they are my friends, who are innocent the next day... who are forced to think that God has forgiven them and the hangover is an evidence...
Now, tell me, are they not innocent ? ;-).

How can I bang the door on Mr. Alchohol's face (so called stress reliever)?

Complicated it was for my friends... Simple it was for me...
Be in control, Have Fun, Cherish it later. Yes, I do not like the idea of seeing things or having fun without being in my control.

Let me give Mr.Alcohol some tips to win this war with me...

Change your attitude, yeah, do not dominate...
Change the perception, yeah, you are not a problem solver...
Change your taste, uwaayyy... damn, you have a bad taste...
Shower everyday, of course, you stink....
Do you like liver? You better find a right answer...

Simple isn't it? Good luck. Meet you in the battle field.

shhhhhh... calm down my dear friends, I know you want to interrogate my taste buds to trace out alcohol... but the truth is bitter ;-). I will talk about it later.

Trying my luck in Shvoong