I'm Doing Christmas Sober

A couple of days ago, I was walking home and I noticed a group of people surrounding something. As I got closer, the group began to dissipate as some members of the party examined an Audi parked on the side of the road. As I continued to walk closer to the group of people, I realized the object of their attention. A woman, dressed to the nines in expensive dress boots, and a thick, attractive overcoat was tottering her way toward Mercer Street. Every other step this seemingly classy woman made resulted in an attempt to save herself from landing a face plant on the cold, hard, concrete ground. She was eventually rescued by fencing that began about a quarter of a block from Mercer Street. Yet, even with the aid of the fence, the woman clambered to gain control of herself after every couple of steps forward. After watching the woman for a few seconds, I realized that she was completely drunk. I walked up to the woman and asked her if she needed help. After a few seconds, she straightened her posture, slowly turned her head toward my direction and replied, "No, dear. I will be just fine. I just need to get to Broadway." Broadway was only one more block, and she appeared to be coherent enough to get that far, so I continued my walk toward my apartment. As I was walking away she vocally hurled in my direction the words, "Christmas party." I suppose she felt the need to explain her inebriated state to me. I turned my head and said back, "Well, it looks like you had a lot of fun!" She must of had a lot of fun. She won't have any fun getting home, and she won't have any fun tomorrow morning. I'm just glad she isn't driving. Where are her friends she was partying with tonight? Are they as drunk as her? Do they even care as to whether she got home safely? I wonder how much alcohol she consumed. What is she going to do when she gets to Broadway? Hail a taxi? Why would someone want to lose so much control of their body? As I trailed away from the woman, my thoughts went with me.