I had met plenty of Deltans who drank modestly or not at all, but I’d still characterize it as a hard-drinking place, and it certainly thought of itself that way. Nowhere else in the world had I seen such gigantic measures of liquor poured, such widespread enthusiasm for Bloodies and Mimosas on weekend mornings, or such firm insistence on giving sixteen-ounce Styrofoam cups loaded with iced liquor to guests leaving a party, so they might have a “traveler” for the drive home.
