I chuckled and took a pull from Mad-Sherrie's 'spare vape.' These guys wouldn't last ten minutes in Scotland.
The first time I was in Scotland, it was with my Glaswegian manager. It was then that I understood the "true power of the fully operational battleship". AKA his liver.
After a "few wee drams" AKA I lost count. I staggered up the steps to the hotel, I was slurring drunk. My manager, who was sober as a judge asks ... "I've got a nice bottle of whiskey up in my room, how's about I bring it down to the lobby and we have a night-cap?"
I declined. Stumbled my way to my room, then slept until 6AM when my phone rang ...
My manager's cheery voice on the other end. "Are you coming down for breakfast? You're going to need a full belly for a long day of work." I crawled down to where breakfast was being served. He had ordered me a "Full English" or whatever you call it in Scotland... I managed to get everything down.
That was a Tuesday ... we had 3 more days of work to look forward to.
I learned something that week. Canadians can hold their drink, but, the Scots ask their liver to hold their drink while their body walks over and orders another round.
Haha, it really is like that.
When we have nights out with colleagues from other countries they are generally horrified at the amount of alcohol that is consumed.
Then, as it is a hospitality thing they tend to keep up and end up in a terrible state!
It's a curse and a gift! :0D
Hehe, I've been known to drink my American and Norwegian colleagues under the table ... but when in Scotland. I will not drink one-fa-one. I'll likely have one-fa-two if they are having a slow night. As soon as I hear ... "Ay Jimmy, ya gotta keep up lad" ... I know that I absolutely should not - they are in sport mode by that point.
Hehe, sport mode is a good description. It is always stand when we go to another country and there isn't an incessant amount of drinks arriving. It feels almost alien. Then again, it feels kind of nice at the same time now I am getting on a bit!