LOL! Reminds me of when I was a young thing and visiting a friend who wanted me to crew for a sailboat race the next day. His friend who owned a restaurant/pub was celebrating his 30th bday the night before.
Most of the whole town of 30 odd folks (literally) attended a fine meal and a few glasses of wine or mugs of beer. Around 8 at night he kicked out everyone except a group of 8 of us. Out came the champagne. A dozen or so bottles later in and the evening began in earnest. I was the only woman there, all of the guys were 3rd or 4th generation watermen (crabbers, fishermen, the like). They had plenty of practice drinking, me not so much but I wasn't willing to look like a wussy sissy girl so I tried to keep up.
It's amazing how quickly morning comes when there is no limit to the amount of champagne and great company to be had. By daybreak the wives began to arrive, most giving me dirty looks as they rolled their DH's into trucks and drove off.
I remember being fascinated by the restaurant floor, completed carpeted with champagne corks, like a forest clearing with an overgrowth of mushrooms.
My friend's wife collected him and me in the back of her pickup truck and drove us home for many cups of coffee.
The sailboat race went on as planned, even though the majority of captains were probably still legally drunk, and for sure suffering from horrible hangovers. I crewed for my friend. We came in next to last. The victory was in not puking during the race, as far as I was concerned.
I did notice the winner of the race turned down- emphatically- an offer of celebratory champagne.
And PS...pffft. Good chili has BEANS!!!