@ BS
I haven´t told you this, Paco...
Several decades back, when I was in high school, I went to the beach with several of my friends (to bahía de Cata).
I put my tent in front of this big building (at the right, of course)
and they were playing with cards and, whomever who won, had -as a prize- the right to sip some alcohol beverage they have, with ice, in a hot night of Semana Santa (our hottest season).
Since I don´t play cards (and I don´t drink alcohol) I was bored and feeling thirst so, each time I liked, I sip from that cold glass without permission and without their regret to cool myself...
When it was late that night (11 pm I would say) I think I got drunk
That white sand was full with dozen of tents. It wasn´t too easy to walk and, suddenly, I started to preach over those sins "I knew" they were commiting in the "privacy" of their tents...
That night was hot, silent, until the moment several said: "Shhhhh!" to mute me, when I was preaching.
What stupid thing I did!
It was not a real preaching, but I joke I did when I was young.