"Go ahead, make an ASS of yourself!" a young motherly-type screams at you out her driver's side window, shaking you from out your glorious reverie, as you have again failed to realise you are stumbling out into the open road. "Drunk on a Sunday morning! Drunkard! You should be ashamed!"
Ha, yes, madame, but you are not ashamed. Why should you be? You're living life on your own terms, and, as it so happens, you have grown to rather enjoy alcohol dependency. Indeed, who does this bitter old marm think she is, harping at you for making a mistake that any sober man could have made. The sidewalks are too slippery in this town! Blame the mayor! You never got your special shoe subsidy! You are the victim just as much as she is!
Make an ASS of yourself. Yes, you are going to do just that! By founding a drinking society! A--an... Anti-Sobriety Society! Ha HA HA HA!
The first meeting is held immediately, where you appoint yourself the President and Treasurer, having no other voting members present to oppose your appointment. The organisational meeting therefore being a well-received and rousing success, you spend the rest of the morning on a nice bender.