I was actually at a kiddush for a bar mitzvah a while back, and they had a very well-stocked liquor table, to say the least. Some boys started coming down to the table, and I mean boys— this was a January bar mitzvah and these were classmates of the bar mitzvah boy, and only one of them had a hat. They immediately got down to business downing shots of Scotch and vodka. I and my family were looking on absolutely horrified, and my dad went over to the boys to tell them to stop. They refused, and my dad went to go tell the baal simcha, a friend of his. While they were drinking, two other men came over. One told them they shouldn’t be drinking— because the rav hadn’t yet made kiddush. The other snatched their bottle of Scotch from them and told them not to drink it— he handed them another bottle of cheaper Scotch instead. Honestly, if I hadn’t been a ten-year-old schnook I seriously would have gone over to tell them to stop. Eventually, the baal simcha confiscated the liquor and sent the boys home.
At the same kiddush, the same man who gave them the cheap Scotch told me off for stepping my foot three inches into the men’s section to get some candy.
Something is rotten in the state of Judaism, if you ask me.