had to chime in with personal experience(s)...
When I was 17 and still a "puppy" at binge drinking, four friends and I finished six cases of beer. Wisconsinites + weekend + lake = average summer party. Of course, I think half the cans were in varying states of fullness (or emptiness) the next morning around the campsite. (hard to figure out where you set it down in the dark) Oh, and my friends... 120lb girls.
Then there were the college days. A frat house on Mifflin St. bested the Delta Drunk record by going through 35 half barrels one Saturday night. (University of Madtown!)
Flash forward to my ex's long term abuse of alcohol. His bar tab was 80-200 or more each week, every week. He'd drink Rumple Minze for giggles. Between him and two others, they finished a 70cl bottle along with tap beers during a time period of 5pm to 10pm. Then they decided to coke it up and go to a biker party for two days. Unfortunately, he lived. And I couldn't kill him.
When I still drank, I could easily down 6-8 beers without "feeling drunk" and without a hangover. (120lbs) If I drank mixers, I could go through at least 10 Jack and Cokes, of course I'd have to jump on something because of the sugar rush. If I stayed away from wines and rums, I never had hangovers and didn't black out either.
Tequila...reference Jack above and multiply it by 20, add fists and hair pulling, and throw in some colorful language, mix well and try not to throw up. I drank a half of bottle (not fifth, the next one up) one night, with beer(guessing 6-8?), and burritos. That was 6pm to 4am+ though. So almost twelve hours for all that. 'Walked home and made myself an omelet.
A fifth is barely enough to qualify as a binge for problem drinkers.(more like a party) A fifth and a twelve-pack...now you're getting the idea.
The ex's step mom could go through a fifth of scotch in a day at age 68 weighing in at a whopping 106. (that was when she was just taking it easy) She smoked constantly, and tanned until she was shoe leather over bones.
You remember that old lady who is the afterlife's receptionist in Beetlejuice? That was Gramma Dee's type, smoker's voice and all. "Commavah herend give gramma a kiss." *shudder* She outlived his dad.
Hope those little stories helped. It counted as therapy for me.
