Quotes About Drinking

So, set 'em up, Joe,I've got a little story you oughta know.We're drinking, my friend,To the end of a brief episode,Make it one for my babyAnd one more for the road.

We were to do more business after dinner; but after dinner is after dinner—an old saying and a true, "much drinking, little thinking."

He is a drunkard who takes more than three glasses though he be not drunk.

It had all been an endless, meaningless round of theater performances that he now couldn't remember and long stays at country houses and dances and card parties and eating and drinking to excess and more eating and drinking to excess—and nothing to show for any of it.

That is the remarkable thing about drinking: it brings people together so quickly, but between night and morning it sets an interval again of years.

I don't mind getting drunk, but there always comes a moment in the evening when I find myself watching myself bumping into things and thinking—I'm bored of this, can I have full control of my brain back, please?

I nodded absently as I made a note of the pub. The Rising Sun drinking establishment exists right on the fringes of the demi-monde – not being nearly as antique or mysterious as it pretends to be.

Every so often, life presents a dilemma upon which the manuals of etiquette are woefully silent, and this was a snorter: whether it demonstrates better breeding to choke oneself into a frothy stupor or to expectorate one's dry Martini across four foot of well-polished bar, and six-foot-two of well-regarded barman.

There cannot be good living where there is not good drinking.

My companion at the press drank every day a pint before breakfast, a pint at breakfast with his bread and cheese, a pint between breakfast and dinner, a pint at dinner, a pint in the afternoon about six o'clock, and another when he had done his day's work.

He that drinks fast, pays slow.

made the greater progress from that greater clearness of head and quicker apprehension which usually attend temperance in eating and drinking.

Don't drink in the hotel bar, that's where I do my drinking.

Despite having lived in London for most of my life - and being a huge fan of dancing and drinking in the street - I've never been to Notting Hill carnival.

and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, 'That was fine'. And your life is a long line of fine.

He'd come back from a night out drinking, and I'd ask him how the bar was, whatever bar, and he'd so often say: Totally inundated by Lost Causes, his code for women my age. At the time, a girl barely in her thirties, I'd smirked along with him as if that would never happen to me. Now I am his Lost Cause, and he's trapped with me, and maybe that's why he's so angry.

God Save the Queen.'" Which is a particularly filthy drinking song about a cross-dressing fellow who has mad skills as a streetwalker but often gets

I greeted the morning the only way that makes sense. I groaned. I groaned some more as I pried me off the sheet. Several thousand maniacs were raising hell out in the street. I muttered dreadful threats, dropped my feet into the abyss beside my bed. My threats didn't scare up any peace. Pain blazed from my right temple to my left, ricocheted, clattered around inside my skull. I must have had a great time. I told me, "You got to quit drinking that cheap beer.

Had a couple of drinks by myself. It was a mistake. Have I got to give up drinking, too? If I eliminate everything, how will I exist? I was somebody who loved Maurice and went with men and enjoyed my drinks. What happens if you drop all the things that make you I?

He disapproved, he didn't believe in girls drinking, he was full of the conventions of a generation older than himself. Of course one drank oneself, one fornicated, but one didn't lie with a friend's sister, and 'decent' girls were never squiffy.

That hiccup is best cured by drinking out of the opposite rime of a glass. You can imitate a glass with your hand. Liquid is not a necessary part of the cure.

Safe drinking water isn't just something to worry about on your tropical vacation. U.S. tap water is ridden with arsenic, lead, and pharmaceutical drugs. In short: Get a filter.

In the intervening 48 Christmases I have always either been a player, having to watch what I eat and drink, or a manager, worrying about what my players are eating and drinking, plus who is going to cry off tomorrow, who is suspended, who is carrying an injury, and the million-and-one other questions that fill a manager's every waking moment.

The worse you are at thinking, the better you are at drinking.