Honestly unless America varies wildly from the UK in the level of drunken pita’s then it seems like complete overkill.
A lot of it has to do with money. For example, we have a lovely park in Cincy…they host outdoor events, art shows, movies under the stars, they have a dog park, Shakespeare in the Park, etc.
For the longest time they had the standard sign up about alcohol strictly prohibited, giant fines and possible jail time, all to preserve the peace and family atmosphere…until the parks board built a swank craft beer & artisan cocktails bar with drinks at a premium price and then some, then it became legal to have a drink in the park…but only if purchased from them, no outside alcohol allowed, subject to the same penalties as before.
The legal “entertainment zones” are the same way, no outside alcohol. A lot of events are like that as well.
Depending on where you’re at and how you’re behaving, it may or may not be an issue. I live on a dead-end rural(ish) road with 24 houses. No through street, no shops, just us residents, some cows, and some cornfields.
Technically, I can’t open a beer and walk three houses down to my neighbor’s. It’s illegal, as soon as I leave my property (that’s, I’m assuming, how
kaneohegirlinaz got picked up in Hawaii).
However, no one worries about that because everyone is well-behaved and the likelihood of a cop showing up is almost zero. I’ve made pitchers of drinks for my neighbor, I’ve walked countless beers over and back, bottles of whiskey, etc.
But if I were to go stumbling through my neighborhood making a drunken nuisance of myself, someone could call the cops, and I’d get ticketed for (I’m assuming) public intoxication, disorderly conduct, and violating the open container law.
We go on picnics, and I bring things to drink (like a split of champagne, or two cocktails in a small thermos), but we’re very, very careful where we consume it, and how we behave, and we haven’t had a problem yet, and I’d expect, if we got caught, we’d likely be told to “just be discreet,” maybe someone a little more gung-ho might tell us to pour it out. If we were teens, we’d likely get that (well-deserved) conk on the head and the opportunity to visit the local police station’s accommodations for a few hours.
