A night out for a beer

A night out with friends for a beer taste with 5 course meal. After cocktail hour, we got to the seating area and began the tastings. I don't like beer in any form, so I was the designated driver and observer, sipping my diet coke.

As the heavy pours continued over the next 3 hours, enough alcohol was consumed to make even the most practiced drinkers bleary eyed and stomachs full of enough food to commence a food coma.

As we were preparing to leave, a lady in front of us stood up, turned around to say something to her date, took a step back and fell backward over her chair, losing  both her shoes as they flew off her feet kicking toward the ceiling. Another guest stopped her from actually hitting the floor, but her date got to see the color of her underpants and stood in a daze as she commanded him to help her find her lost footwear as she composed herself, looking around to see if anybody caught her indignant topple. She smoothed her skirt and hair down, and began her deliberate exit carrying her shoes. Her gait was a little unsteady as she exited with dignity unbeknownst to her I would be blogging about her the next day.

Our group found the way to the car without incident, although there was talk about how we all were fine, just fine, and would have no problem driving home but wouldn't pass a breathalyzer test. I was happy to be the designated driver. I had just as much fun and participated in the Q&A with the rest, and I didn't even fall off my chair!

Keep it in mind to have your designated driver on those party nights coming up. You might just be saving a life other than yours.

Stay safe out there friends!
Have fun and enjoy your night!
Don't forget to buy your designated driver a coke!
Try to stay upright and all right!

Cheers!