A bunch of people getting together ever so often and definitely on weekends, and on other silly pretexts to basically DRINK, and in case you are the thick kind, I am talking of drinking alcohol and not tea, honey!
The idea is (if there is one?) that you need company of interesting people to drink with. That drinking alcohol alone is a sign of sickness, as if downing drinks in company is any proof of a healthy mind. Drunks find every thing funny, or on the reverse every little word or thing drives them to arguments and paranoia. They either laugh, cackling away at all kinds of inanities, which I for one find insanely stupid and utterly tiresome. Women, when high, love to smile, titter, and yes laugh loud and repeatedly. One keeps wondering what is so funny? or how endless repetition of the same punch line can provoke such genuine laughter (miracle of nature.) If you are the tee-totaler sort and find yourself marooned in one of these GT's, as they are lovingly referred to, then God help you. Your cheeks will start hurting as you'll have to plaster a fixed ala Joker smile on your face to keep with the mood, since you can't possibly laugh!
The food at such GT's if served will be at the wee hours of the morning (torture for those who are not drinking) and usually is a sorry display of reheated greasy fare because when you are high two things happen, every dish tastes good, and all tastes the same and like not much! so who cares. There are munchies of course, but yuk!!! who wants them five hours in a row! Because thats the other thing with these GT's. They are parties from hell itself and the very definition of infinity itself, they never end!!!! Drinks keeps pouring, voice keep getting louder, heartbeats getting faster, and conversation getting murkier by the minute. Drunks get pepped up and have all the energy at their disposal for the initial four to five hours of drinking hard liquor and then, its all the way down at the speed faster than on which light travels. Heavy drinking takes you high on a pinnacle, where correspondingly you start to believe you are magnanimous (uffff woe to the non-drinkers) and you are the best thing that could have happened to the company at hand! The GT's start at a certain point in time, but when will the soiree end is any one's guess. They can go on forever, say till people pass out or the light of dawn comes on.
People lurching and possibly falling on furniture, other things, other people, you, is a high possibility as the evening progresses, so my advice is to steer clear of the mad elephants out on a rampage. Another hazard is of 'chasing-the-bottle' where each drunk has his one eye on the bottle and is gulping drinks so he can make himself another as fast as he can.
If this isn't enough to keep you away from these infamous sojourns, then listen to this - how about having a drunk man (yuk, slurping, slithering, cock-eyed) making a pass at you! Or a high woman trying to cling to you if you happen to be a man. How tiresome is that!! and so not needed in this or any other life!
My verdict - stay clear of these GTs and you'd be just FINE.
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