Or, “turn loose o’ my leg, you don’t know me that well
turn loose o’ my leg, in love with you I have not fell
I know what you want, you ain’t gonna get it so remove your hand
turn loose o’ my leg, I’m not that kind of man.” (also Jim Stafford)
Again, heh. Painfully appropriate.
So, my advice to always clean up your own sick would be wasted then?
Drunken passes should always get ‘passes’. Apologize and say it would never have happened if he hadn’t been so utterly gorgeous. I’m sure you’ll be forgiven.
Aww, that’s sweet, maggenpye. Provided I don’t actually die of chagrin, should I run into him again soon, I will certainly try that.
That’s the trouble with being drunk, we never actually die/sink through floors/vanish when we sober up - not matter how convenient that would be.
The ads I’m getting are: Do I drink too much wine? Alcohol metering; a hands free drinking system for disabled people and … an alkaline food diet.
Alkaline food diet? Does it get you drunk? Do you have to apologize for how you lost the weight?
You can either apologise to all and sundry, or just act as if nothing happens! Both have worked well for me in the past. This last weekend, I just decided to get up in the morning and ask everyone what I’d done the night before. Luckily it wasn’t anything untoward and I was with friends so we had a laugh about it and that was the end of it.
You know, once again, I suspect that drinking in many parts of the world is regarded with a shade less guilty shame than it is in the US.
Perhaps I should be leering at British or New Zealander guys?
Well hello.
I’ve never lost memory from drinking - been horribly drunk, but just never not been able to replay it all in my mind the next day. I have, once, claimed no memory of the embarrassing events. This was less effective than admitting memory and just apologising brokenly.
The last time it happened to me, I promised myself to never let it happen again. And I haven’t, knock on wood.
Well, having had 24 hours to cringe, mull, ruminate & otherwise shrivel up with random exclamations of torture, I think that the only things that were really embarrassing were
…and what I wrote on the paper along with my phone number. :eek:
You’re apologizing for hitting on some dude? Is one of you two married or something? Are you cousins? Otherwise, I don’t see the big deal. People get drunk and hit on each other all the time.
Well, do you actually want him to call you? If so, why apologize? I’ve never considered drunken sexual forwardness a crime, on my part or on anyone else’s, but maybe that’s just me.
Something else to bear in mind is that while your drunken behaviour may seem embarassing from a sober standpoint, usually those you’re interacting with at the time are under the influence somewhat, too. I rely on this a fair bit…
Pattern recognition is important.
No fear. I couldn’t resist playing off of your location.
Of course, that was just last night! rimshot
HEY-O!!
Since “that guy” could be any one of us on a given night of drinking, we have generally found it best to never speak of that night again.
At least until we are out drinking and sharing stories of “remember that time when so and so did that thing!”.
Jaeger is an evil drink. I also found that in the early 90s, so called “ice beers” also had an evil effect. We would serve them at our fraternity sometimes and those parties would end up with the most fights and random hookups.
Ahh good times.
>Apart from not doing that in the first place… how do you deal with that awful feeling?
Mmmm. Sounds like some kind of a trick question. Like, if your hand was caught by a car door closing, what would you do? Instead of opening the door, that is?
So, drinking too much makes you tell lies? or maybe it makes you tell the truth but removes that filter that prevents you from hurting people for no reason?
Just own up to your behavior admit that’s who you really are. Recognise that when drunk you will speak your mind. or don’t drink.
As the saying goes, those with clear consciences usually have poor memories. Everybody has gone over the top at least once.
What you need is a true friend who was there (and relatively sober) to enlighten you. What you don’t need is a non-true friend who was there and wants to yank your chain, inventing all kinds of stuff that never happened. Then you apologize.
The reason you don’t feel better (and probably won’t for awhile) is that you haven’t forgiven yourself. People can accept your apologies etc. but until you decide that ok, you made a big mistake but you’re human, you’ll continue to beat yourself up.
Chiming in with the Jager is evil theme. I know bars that have stopped serving it because of this very fact. One was a lesbian bar where one of the managers claimed they stopped selling it because “It makes women mean.”