Absolutely Hammered!

I was listening to a conversation yesterday involving a guy who had flown his entire family and some close friends over to Jamaica for his daughter to get married somewhere exotic.
I imagined this would have been extremely expensive but also very nice to have a wedding in the Sun, with the sea, the surf, some reggae and lots of Caribbean tropical colour to add memories to the great occasion.
The guy sitting next to him asked how the wedding had gone.
‘It was brilliant’, came the reply, ‘everyone got absolutely hammered!’
But what was it like? his pal pursued.
‘The bride looked great as did all the girls’, came the response, ‘and then we all got more drunk than I can remember. The bride threw up, some people fell in the pool, and no-one remembers much of what happened after that. It was fantastic.’
And that was it, conversation over. No description of Jamaica, the people, the weather, the music, the culture, the food or anything else that they did or saw. Just the fact that everyone got hammered seemed to make it a success. You can do that in Bognor at a fraction of the price!
Was I really someone who once valued a great time based on how drunk everyone got? Sadly, I was.