The town that I'm in, there's two distinctly different drinking scenes.
There's campustown, where the majority of the people are students, and regularly drink a ridiculous amount and make total asses of themselves and are puking in the street and all that. I tend to avoid campustown.
Then there's downtown, which has way fewer students and more dive-y bars. The bar I usually go to is mostly townies and older people, and it's rare that I don't know at least 3/4 of the people there. We do drink our fair share, but it's less likely to walk down the street and see someone bent over puking on a tree.
With work and drinking...when I worked at a university book store, every once in a while (birthdays, holidays) our boss would take us all out to a restaurant and pay for everyone to eat and drink as much as they want. When I worked at JoAnn Fabrics, most of my old lady coworkers would look at me like a leper if I mentioned I'd gone out to drink the night before. Now where I work (pizza place) pretty much all of my coworkers drink...I went out with them last week, and one of my managers got really huggy with me toward the end of the night. The next time I worked with him, the conversation went like this:
Him: Did you stay til close the other night?
Me: Yeah.
Him: I blacked out around 12:30.
Me: Oh yeah? So you don't remember the last part of the night?
Him: No, did I do something embarrassing?
Me: *laugh and walk away*
I hope I made him really paranoid.
