The trouble is that if I could afford it, I could quite easily become a qualified alcoholic!
The best party I ever was at was a wedding in Poland in 2006. One of only two English guest of the Polish Bride and Groom.
I was hosted by another Polish work colleague, and we arrived at the Pension, where the party was to happen, the evening before the wedding. We did not stop till the wedding itself! Right through the night. That was the first day of a three day party. On the first night of the reception proper I went to bed at seven am, and was at the breakfast BBQ at eleven! The second official night of the party there were few left by four in the morning, but the Groom's father asked me over to the top table. He started by proposing a toast to England, in my honour I suppose, but I said we make it Poland, and England. In reality we had three quick shots of Spiritus [double strength Vodka] that should have felled me, but I was mellow, and it made no difference. They said they doubted if I was really English. I had to admit to being half-Norwegian. That explains it. In the Polish World view the only nations that can hold a candle to Poland on Vodka drinking are Russia, and Norway, Finland and Sweden!
At the end I went to bed about six, and by eleven we were heading back to my workmate's parent's house a hundred miles away. I doubt that he or his girlfriend would have passed a breath test! My goodness, I could hardly imagine repeating that though. I was fine, but stayed clear of anything alcoholic for a good month afterwards! Just did not fancy it. But fortunately a bottle of the Spiritus came to me - smuggled from the party by the Groom for me! That was consumed even before I left his house to collect it!
Happy days and no harm done! George