Quotes About Revelry

I don't have a drinking problem. I drink. I get drunk. I fall down, no problem.

You from within our glasses, you lusty golden brew, whoever imbibes takes fire from you. The young and the old sing your praises. Here's to beer, here's to cheer, here's to beer.

I feast on wine and bread, and feasts they are.

Always be drunk ... Get drunk militantly. Just get drunk.

All I wanted for Christmas was a New Years Eve party that I would never forget. Too bad I got too drunk to remember it.

I drink to the general joy of the whole table

The crowd went wild, and a few girls standing near me whispered among themselves. I thought it was time for him to put his shirt back on. (pg 242)

Let's face it, all the good stuff happens after midnight.

If getting drunk was how people forgot they were mortal, then hangovers were how they remembered.

Laughter flapped out of people like bats from a cave.

They go out, they drink a lot of beer and they eat dead pigs, and then they go home and have sex with strangers afterwards.

Gronk dancing topless was ice cream and cookies compared to this.

Trump did not enjoy his own inauguration. He had hoped for a big blowout.

It's not a holiday until you overdo it!

Second chancers must find the party. We must be the party. We must create opportunities to celebrate and become the proverbial hostess with the mostest.

Oh lord Stanley, lord Stanley give me the brandy!

dbeing drunk is awsome, until you feel everything again.

You come home, and you party. But after that, you get a hangover. Everything about that is negative.

It is however good when people get drunk. When they drink miyet with happy hearts. It is however good when mouths shout for joy.

The women's hall, if anything, was even bawdier than the men's. Veils were askew and sleeves were tucked in belts. Arddun and Gwladus could barely keep up with filling the cups and Hunric's wife, inarticulate with mead, was shaking a broken-stringed lyre as though it were a choking baby.

Iacchus, Iacchus,

The proper behavior all through the holiday season is to be drunk. This drunkenness culminates on New Year's Eve, when you get so drunk you kiss the person you're married to.

These bachelor dinners get kind of wild sometimes. Everybody gets loaded. The whole philosophy is that it's the poor groom's last night before he goes into the electric chair. So it gets kind of wild.

Champagne, always champagne. Make mine Veuve-Clicquot.