Who wants to drink?

My friend and colleague told me the following story. From the first person.
My first wedding is over. Everything you could drink and not have time to hide is already drunk. Guests have long been in shape, and the drunken legs of the fashionable in those years are blasted. The second hour of the night. The bus approaches, and in the banquet hall an announcement is made - say, gentlemen, the ball is over, I ask everyone to take their seats in the bus according to the seats available in that. The reaction of the public is zero - everyone is fun and wants to have fun even more. I want to finally get away with the young woman to do what I have long dreamed of (in this place it is meant to "calculate the money given in envelopes"), and therefore a second announcement is made in the hall - say, dear guests, your mother, the bus will not wait, its time is paid by hours, so I ask for mercy to run out and around the houses. The public at least. Perfectly realizing that the bus will not really wait long, I climb to the table with two pre-locked bubbles in my hands and say the sacramental phrase:
God, whoever wants to drink with me in the bus, please!
Five minutes later, the waiters were left in the banquet room.