Sometimes I'm glad to be sober

I have spent the majority of this night as I spend most of my weekend nights. That is to say I sit in front of my computer and try and think of something productive to do. Seeing as the weather is finally deciding to shape up and realize what bleeding season it is I have the window open. I live on the 1st floor of a three story apartment building in a college neighborhood. It is Friday night (or Saturday morning if your want to get technical) and therefore I get the particular joy of listening to the sounds of drunken students wandering through the night.

Lots of Drunken students as it happens.

It is a question that has perplexed me for some time and will probably continue to perplex me for the majority of my life, since I am no longer a college student. Why do people feel the need to get so drunk that they are basically incoherent. I have nothing against booze, nothing at all, I like to go out and drink, but I can't understand the appeal of getting so drunk that you are unlikely to remember the majority of you previous evening. The way I see it, at that point you are probably going to do something that is best not remembered, or something you wish you could remember.

In the case of the former, the excess of booze is likely the cause anyway, and in the case of the latter the booze is the axe to the skull of what could have been an awesome story for many years to come.

Frankly I don't get the point of getting shitfaced. I just don't.