I hate to use the word "Party" as a verb. Sounds trashy. "Hey dude. Let's party!" Like from your beastly friend who wants to continue acting like a college tool even though he's 35 or so. You've grown separate in your ways. You want to raise a family, be respected in your neighborhood, maybe volunteer as a soccer coach for your kid's team. He wants to wake up in a jail cell smelling like cheap vodka with a new tattoo of the Tamanian Devil.
Where was I going with this? Oh ... But golfer, John Daly sure can partay.
Didn't he go to rehab for alcoholism? Then said F-it, I like to drink. I heard he also has his own golf course and invites his friends over to watch him golf shirtless, shoeless, in a pair of jeans.