One of my good friends has worked at a bar in my neighborhood for the last couple years, which is great as it means I can get sloshed within walking distance from my place 5 nights a week. Myself and about 3 of my other friends know everyone who works there, enough that last call is actually about 3rd to last most nights and my tab is rarely anything but a work of pure fiction.
Lately I've been living a largely cashless existence so I've been in more than usual. On Friday I'm in doing a little pregaming, and as myself, my friend and one of his co-workers are lining up some Jameson shots, as is our wont, the manager comes over and makes it known that for months, when doing inventory, they've been coming up with rather massive shortfalls of the Big J, and that we "should probably learn to shoot something else".
So I'm thinking that when a barman requests you become a more well-rounded drunk in order to better service your addiction, it might be time to pull back a bit. It's that or learn to like tequila.