COULD not FUNCTION AFTER A NIGHT OF SINGLE MALTS

I am too long in the tooth for nights of drinking, debating and denials. Jim and Scott could hold there own.  The more Jim sipped his whisky the more intense and deliberate he became. If I set him out in the wilds, he'd come back with a bear and moose tied for camp food.  Scott, well he could "beam me up," with his humour.  Never mix grapes with Scottish spirits.  Next morning I felt like a mule had kicked me in the stomach. Ellen warned me but I was having too  much fun laughing with these characters.  She told me not to mess with these guys as I was not even on the same planet with them.

All except I was up and ready to fish.  Jim saw I was in poor health and said he's wait on the drift boat float and he and Scott would go off to another stream and dry fly fish.