The Saga of Captain Moneybags

So I'm at this anniversary party the other night at this fancy function place and I get up to get something to drink...I look around my table and ask if anybody would like a drink.

The polite thing to do. Correct?

A few people say yes, I saunter up to the bar, get said drinks, return to table, distribute drinks.
A nice normal thing to do.

Folks are talking and dancing and having fun. I'm doing two of those things.

I finish my drink and decide to get another. So I ask again if anybody wants something. I take a few orders, re-saunter to bar, repeat.

Drinks are flowing. Folks are having good conversation. You know...a party.

I look around. Some folks are with empty glasses so I ask if they would like something to drink.

Take orders. Saunter. Distribute.

Laughs. Dancing. (not me since the 'accident') Talking. Fun. You know...a party.

Drinks get emptied. I look around to see who might need a refill. Take orders. Saunter.

Repeat.

Possibly repeat again. Possibly saunter some more.

And then Wifey comes up to me. Not that she cares or anything, but it seems I'm buying folks too many drinks. $50.00 or so a round. Maybe 5 or 6 trips to the bar. Tips galore.

She's just curious what's gotten into her Captain.

I look at her.

And then I tell her.

"It's an open bar."

And that my friends is the Saga of Captain Moneybags....generous to a fault.

At an open bar.