when i was 17 i got absolutely wasted drinking rum at a party. it’s been almost 5 years since then, but i can’t drink it even in small amounts in a mixed drink without immediately tasting it and feeling queasy. is it something psychosomatic, or does rum just not like me?
I’m guessing you felt like crap the day after you got wasted when you were 17. Perhaps a bit of negative association is at work here: the taste of rum = feeling crappy.
When I was 18 (it was the drinking age back then), on my first Spring Break I got so drunk on Tequila (6 shots in a row) I thought I was gonna die. On reflection, I think I was close to alcohol poisoning. To this day, 24 years later, I still cannot do a shot of Tequila without a having a slight gag reflex.
That being said, I thought this thread had to do with alcohol IMPROVING some memory functions. I have some experience with that, as well. Someone meet me here and we will explore the subject…
Alcohol is a depressant. It’s highly unlikely that alcohol will improve your memory, or your performace in any other task, for that matter.
However, there is the very interesting “state-dependent learning”, which predicts that you will perform best at a task if you are tested in the same state in which you prepared for it. So if you studied for an exam drunk off your ass, you’d probably perform best on the test if you took it drunk off your ass.
I’m waiting for the day someone tries this excuse for smuggling in a six-pack during finals…
It’s amazing what cheap, crappy tequila will do to you. I can easily do 6 shots of the GOOD STUFF without any ill effects. This is likely due to tolerance, so I wouldn’t drive.
Growing up, all we had available was José Cuervo – it tasted gross and was just for getting drunk with. It always made me queasy, and to this day the smell makes me nauseated.
But Don Julio, Correlejo, Tres Generaciones, El Jimador, Cazadores are all superb. The last two are even not-top-quality tequilas! And despite what they say, the ages tequilas are the best (and they cost a tad more).
Oops, I meant “aged” not “ages,” but that’s okay since I forgot to write what I really wanted.
I’ve woken up many a time swearing I’d never drink [something] again, but with the exception of some digusting beverage called Colt-45 I’ve always gone back eventually.
Hey, Deimos, you need to try Uzo! The world can do without rum.