There are a few days every year when I may imbibe more than is sensible.   July 4, New Years, Super Bowl Sunday, my birthday and the date my divorce came through are the main ones, but I could probably stretch it and come up with one for every month.   If I got messed up all month long in every month I could find something to celebrate, I could rationalize my way into staying drunk and stoned all year.   That’d make as much sense as the fat bridespig is displaying.