Quotes About Revelry

Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast.

Promise me one thing: don't take me home until I'm drunk - very drunk indeed.

I have been drunk now for over two weeks.

Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.

It's not Spring Break until somebody dies!

Like most bad ideas, it started with alcohol.

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

To many, especially among coloured people, a Harlem night-club is a den of iniquity, where the Devil holds high revel. The fact is that the average night-club is as orderly as many a Sunday-school picnic has been.

One cannot have too large a party.

Couples were already gliding over the floor beyond: the light of the wax candles fell on revolving tulle skirts, on girlish heads wreathed with modest blossoms, on the dashing aigrettes and ornaments of the young married women's coiffures, and on the glitter of highly glazed shift-fronts and fresh glacé gloves.

Wine is a peep-hole on a man.

Puede afirmarse, sin caer en el infundio, que esta ilustre manga de atorrantes jamás consiguió entender el sentido de los Carnavales. Manuel Mandeb pensaba que las gentes se ponían contentas en virtud de algún suceso que todos conocían, menos él. Sus amigos padecían un desconcierto de la misma clase.

Come, for my part I will have only those glorious, manly pleasures of being very drunk, and very slovenly.

Seeing people get messed up never gets un-funny! And there's plenty of ways to do that.

Listen, the word 'party' has taken on a negative connotation in our country these days. It's really bumming me out.

There are parties and then there are huge major blowout parties. And then there are Olympian parties. If you ever get a choice go for the Olympian.

Come, thou monarch of the vine,Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne!

Potations pottle deep.

I drink to the general joy of the whole table.

Let's have one other gaudy night.

Let the coming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.

Alcohol served here: because no good story ever started with a salad!" The "alcohol" fueling today's market is QE. By

indulged in excess in the flowing bowl"—a polite term, in those days, for drunkenness.

Quand je bois, cela rend les gens bavards.