I got married to my first wife in the home bar of a Justice of the Peace. She wore a fur jacket for the ceremony and her hair was dyed flat black and she had on a bull's eye worth of red lipstick. The whole room smelled like cedar and alcohol and there was a zebra-print rug on the floor.
Her husband gave us something awful out of a decanter to drink afterward, which I guess might have been scotch. It was terrible.
Wait, the Justice of the piece was in a fur jacket? Or your first wife was?
This sounds like something out of a Werner Herzog film.
No one had tried to shoot each other, wasn't true Herzog.
That moment when your boyfriend has never had alcohol in his life, and his friends insist on getting him drunk on his 21st birthday at midnight... and then leave him to you to take care of. That other moment when you tell him it might be better for him to sleep on the couch (my bed is 4 feet off the ground and can be difficult to get into when impaired, as well as the falling risk, as well as hoping he didn't get sick), and he looks up at you with big, watery, pathetic puppy eyes and says, "But I want to be with you! Don't you want me anymore?"
Gahhh. Of course I do. I just don't want you to throw up in or fall out of my bed.
So last night was spent nursing a really sad drunk puppy who didn't want to be drunk.
That sucks that your friends did that to you, but your boyfriend is adorable. Hope he didn't cause you too much trouble. ^_^
That moment when your boyfriend has never had alcohol in his life, and his friends insist on getting him drunk on his 21st birthday at midnight... and then leave him to you to take care of. That other moment when you tell him it might be better for him to sleep on the couch (my bed is 4 feet off the ground and can be difficult to get into when impaired, as well as the falling risk, as well as hoping he didn't get sick), and he looks up at you with big, watery, pathetic puppy eyes and says, "But I want to be with you! Don't you want me anymore?"
Gahhh. Of course I do. I just don't want you to throw up in or fall out of my bed.
So last night was spent nursing a really sad drunk puppy who didn't want to be drunk.
That sucks that your friends did that to you, but your boyfriend is adorable. Hope he didn't cause you too much trouble. ^_^
Yeah, this is like the cutest shit ever. You should tease him gently about this when that monster hangover eases up.
I hope I have no dumb drunken shenanigans when I turn 21 in two months. I don't plan to get drunk, just...To drink. There's a difference.
I didn't plan to drink much on my 21st birthday, either.
Two pitchers of sangria, a pitcher of Sam Adams Boston Lager, and eight PBR tallboys later, and I realized that plan was probably a silly idea to begin with.
I don't get drunk anymore, though. Lexapro put the kibosh on that. I don't really care; a bottle of hard liquor lasts me for years and sixers of craft beer last for weeks. I usually just bring a bomber of craft brew (or a longneck of World Wide Stout) to parties and just nurse it like a baby bird.
I hope I have no dumb drunken shenanigans when I turn 21 in two months. I don't plan to get drunk, just...To drink. There's a difference.
It's worth getting totally slobberknockered at least once, just to be familiar with your own personal spectrum of inebriation, but it's not something one should try for the first time without dedicated supervision.
Start the night with a delicious $10 beer. Southern Tier Cuvee Three is highly recommended; Southern Tier Mokah if you want a beer that tastes like chocolate birthday cake. Next, hit the off-license. A handle of Skol vodka is $10. I recommend Hawaiian Punch as a mixer, because it erases the taste completely.
Also, when you invariably proj vom a few gouts of blood-red vodka punch, you can scream, "Holy shit dudes, I'm puking blood," and all your drunk friends will be like, "Awesome, bro."
That's an option. Alternately, you can do what I plan to do, which is just sample different liquors (or beers) with some good friends. Just sit down and run a bar to make mixed drinks to taste. You don't need to binge drink to enjoy a classy evening with alcohol.
That's an option. Alternately, you can do what I plan to do, which is just sample different liquors (or beers) with some good friends. Just sit down and run a bar to make mixed drinks to taste. You don't need to binge drink to enjoy a classy evening with alcohol.
That's a lot more in line with how I drink these days. Craft beers, a good dinner, some nice tobacco and great company. That's all I want out of life, really.
We'll see. My roommates may...Attempt things. But only one of them is particularly into alcohol, and she's the last one turning 21 anyways.
Can't beat craft beers, although rum is good in an awful lot. Southern Comfort, though much maligned, can be mixed with just about any brown soft drink and create a tasty drink.
We'll see. My roommates may...Attempt things. But only one of them is particularly into alcohol, and she's the last one turning 21 anyways.
If you want to escape from any binge drinking invitations, feel free to drop by my place for an evening - I/Joe Boomer/Katie know how to have a delightfully tipsy/mildly drunk evening, especially once Joe starts freestyling.
Can't beat craft beers, although rum is good in an awful lot. Southern Comfort, though much maligned, can be mixed with just about any brown soft drink and create a tasty drink.
I actually haven't had a cigarette today. I'm stepping down slowly; down to three daily from a peak of eight.
Though, substitute tobacco with other smokables and I think my general sentiments of bonhomie still apply. ~_^
That said, I've screwed myself up a lot more on red bulls than on liquor before.
One night I mixed a drink that was a half-pint of 140-proof absinthe and a half-pint of Red Bull. That was the most dangerous drink.
Drunk is a weird progression for me. A little buzzed is great because it gets rid of the super uptight brain problems I have; I don't feel like physical contact will burn me and I'll have actual conversations with people I don't know where I don't feel like I need to choose my every word super carefully. It's basically how to make a sociable person out of me.
Actually drunk is dangerous because I basically become me without any of the learned inhibitions or moderation at all, so basically I just argue with everybody and rant incoherently about the patriarchy. It really brings out the paranoia and fear. It's pretty unpleasant for everyone.
Really drunk results in me sitting in a corner vacillating rapidly between lonely, depressed, fearful and apologetic. Fortunately I have only been that bad once.
I've never been anything but happy-drunk. And generally speaking, the only times I've thrown up can be easily attributed to a poor choice of mixers. Too much sugar, caffeine, just too much liquid in my stomach overall, etc. Never been blackout-drunk, don't plan on it.
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Two pitchers of sangria, a pitcher of Sam Adams Boston Lager, and eight PBR tallboys later, and I realized that plan was probably a silly idea to begin with.
I don't get drunk anymore, though. Lexapro put the kibosh on that. I don't really care; a bottle of hard liquor lasts me for years and sixers of craft beer last for weeks. I usually just bring a bomber of craft brew (or a longneck of World Wide Stout) to parties and just nurse it like a baby bird.
I don't regret it and am not particularly ashamed; it's just a stupid thing I did.
Also, booze is expensive.
Also, when you invariably proj vom a few gouts of blood-red vodka punch, you can scream, "Holy shit dudes, I'm puking blood," and all your drunk friends will be like, "Awesome, bro."
Option #3: Irish Carbombs. Thank me later. HA! GAAAAAAYYYYYYY.
Can't beat craft beers, although rum is good in an awful lot. Southern Comfort, though much maligned, can be mixed with just about any brown soft drink and create a tasty drink.
That said, I've screwed myself up a lot more on red bulls than on liquor before.
Also learning the difference in my tolerance from when I was 50 lbs. heavier is... difficult.
Though, substitute tobacco with other smokables and I think my general sentiments of bonhomie still apply. ~_^ One night I mixed a drink that was a half-pint of 140-proof absinthe and a half-pint of Red Bull. That was the most dangerous drink.
Actually drunk is dangerous because I basically become me without any of the learned inhibitions or moderation at all, so basically I just argue with everybody and rant incoherently about the patriarchy. It really brings out the paranoia and fear. It's pretty unpleasant for everyone.
Really drunk results in me sitting in a corner vacillating rapidly between lonely, depressed, fearful and apologetic. Fortunately I have only been that bad once.