Drinking nonstop and wandering aimlessly in search of a good time sounds like fun - until you have nothing else to do. 
 I think the thing I love most about Hemingway's writing is how the short, clipped language gives the characters a very real (and realistic) feeling of quiet desperation. Aren't we all trying to get by in the world, but really we're thinking "hear me, see me, save me! Don't be fooled by the words I speak, hear what I'm really trying to say!"? 
 Many people can throw lots of big beautiful words at a page and create a moving piece of fiction, but it takes true skill and precision to choose just the right words, the simplest words, and let the spaces in between fill out the message. There were so many times during this book when I'd read one of the deceptively simple and straightfoward sentences - "the old woman looked in once and counted the bottles." or "and all day and all night, the fiesta went on." - and realize that those short sentences held entire stories in them.