I enjoy the feeling of a light buzz, which means one glass of wine on an empty stomach or two with food. More than that and I begin to feel unpleasantly drunk.
Sometimes I do get drunk, although certainly with less frequency than when I was in my early 20s.
Unfortunately I am a lightweight and I’m buzzed after one drink, and would be unable to drive after two. Depending on the drink, I can be quite drunk on two.
A friend of mine has a breathalyzer (don’t ask) and I registered over the legal limit after one glass of champagne.
I like to get drunk. I like the first feel of a buzz, when my legs lose some tension in the muscles (I have MD, dunno if this makes a difference), but I also really like being sloshed. I hate being around people when I’m drunk, though, except for my wife, so I only do it at home. I won’t even have one drink at a party or restaurant - just don’t like it.
Joe
Not very often. It usually happens when I drink something that doesn’t taste very alcoholic. The bar down the street from my school is famous (in Ann Arbor, anyway) for its sangria, which is delicious and strong. On several occasions, I’ve had a couple glasses of it quite quickly, before the effects really took hold, and then - BAM! I’m drunk. You’d think I’d learn, but…did I mention it’s delicious?
I dislike the feeling of losing control, though, so I’m not really into it. I’ve only been drunk to the point of puking once in my life (and I’m pretty sure that’s because all that I’d eaten that day was a sundae, not because I’d had such an excessive amount of alcohol), I’ve certainly never passed out, and I’ve never had a hangover.
Um… it’s horrible?
Joe
Well, I don’t do it on purpose, but occasionally I have found myself pretty drunk. It’s generally when I’ve forgotton to eat before/during the time of drinking.
I do a pretty good job of getting just to the point of being slightly buzzed and holding, when that’s my goal, though.
I don’t drink at all any more. I have been drunk (more than once). I started getting wicked hangovers from very few drinks, and that’s when I decided to hang 'em up. It would take next to nothing to get me drunk now.
I am almost 44 and I haven’t been drunk for about 14 years. I hooked up with the hubby for the first time, the last time I was officially drunk. That’ll teach ya!
Now I just have a couple drinks a few times a year, and usually don’t even start to feel the effects when I stop drinking.
Also, in college I had one too many hangover, so pretty much stopped doing that kind of drinking once I graduated.
I am in midempicklement even as we [del]speak[/del] discuss this process.
I have heard that there are people who get up at this hour to which I have stayed up. I’m pretty sure they all have horrid personalities and ingrown toenails, but I digress.
Anent the inebrification, I had a bad day which I dealt with and I am done dealing with. I’m a db geek and my former manager, a totally OCD but very organized financial wiz, was booted several months ago and I am now subject to managerial types who are clueless about databases; one of those adminpersonnel has reached the determination that it matters not that she is clueless about databases, and has taken to issuing impatient edicts and treating me as a person quite short of clues, and a person irritatingly reluctant to implement matters as she believes I should.
I spent many of the previous hours comparing old sys to new sys so as to demonstrate that the cluelessness is not distributed quite as she deems it to be, and that the structures I have created are actually NOT “totally wrong, I looked at those and no, I do not want my staff oriented to that, it will cause a lot of confusion and frustration that I am not ready for, so I am NOT ready to move forward on this conversion, those numbers are inaccurate, no I can’t send you some samples that are wrong I do not have TIME for that and after all it is YOUR job” but are actually between 98 and 99% in concurrence with the hideous structure that they are replacing. And ma’am, you have been breathing my air.
So, having sent Excel spreadsheets on their way, yes I am pouring fermented beverages down my throat at hours when farmers oughta be getting out to milk their goats and stuff… I do celebrations, I do commiserations, and in particular I do unwindings, like this is. I had a task, it took time, I done it well, and now I’m gonna get endrunkulated.
I don’t get drunk in public anymore. I’ll have a couple of drinks if we go out with friends, but that’s about it. If I’m going to get drunk I prefer to do it alone - no aftermath to deal with. Plus I can just sit there and have (seemingly) great conversations in my head with historical figures, old friends, characters from novels etc.
It’s like making love on the beach.
It’s fucking close to water.
I used to drink heavily. I never had a drinking problem, beyond the youthful stupidity of thinking the whole point was to get as plastered as possible. After a whole lot of puking, hangovers, and awkward situations, I noticed it wasn’t that much fun.
These days, I drink a glass of wine just about every night. Sometimes two. I still catch the buzz, but then I let it fade. I love the never-getting-sick part.
Because the OP is taking a poll. Poll: a sampling or collection of opinions on a subject, taken from either a selected or a random group of persons, as for the purpose of analysis.
I am terrified to get drunk. Everybody in my immediate family was an alcoholic except for my mother, who is unconfirmed because I was so young when she died. My father, his sister, her husband, their children. My sister died of alcoholism at 44. I was raised in a drinking family. My cousins were lounge entertainers and we went to see them frequently, and I was being served alcohol when I was in my early teens. I drank moderately through college, getting drunk a few times, but when I graduated I decided I’d seen too much. I watched the rest of my family deteriorate around me. Now I am to the point where I feel like a libertine if I drink half a beer. I basically have a glass of champagne at a wedding and that’s it. It’s a shame, because I’d like to know more about craft beer and good wine. But it’s not worth the anxiety.
Sorry for the downer post.
A decent buzz 2-3 times a week (usually 2-3 drinks). From what I understand there is actually a health benefit at this level (both of us have stressful jobs).
Very rarely, a few times over the summer in the safety of my own home or on vacation, I’ll get hammered to the “thank Og I don’t have to get me home because I’d kill someone” phase.
I can’t remember the last time I was sick/falling down/passing out drunk, it’s been years.
Everyone seems to be forgetting that alcohol is the best way to deal with your feelings.
I hate being hungover, but I do like the buzz. The second wins over the first more often than not on at least one weekend night.
And sometimes I just get the estimates wrong on how much I need to get that buzz.
Nonsense. There is nothing “down” about that post. I hate it when people rag on non-drinkers for not drinking and call them boring etc.
You have valid reasons i.e. ones you have thought about. It’s your personal choice and fuck anyone that gets on your back about it.
If you ever make it over to Ireland I’ll buy you a soda and you can watch me get merry 
Oh my goodness I love this! I always make fun of people who drink Coors Lite, Miller Lite, etc. This will be great.
Thank you! I’ll even have a sip of what you’re having. But just a sip.
I can’t do more than 1-2 glasses at a time. I haven’t had more than that in so long that I get hung over too easily to bother with more. Having a kid who gets up at 5:30 a.m. doesn’t help, either. And since I get sleepy when I’m drunk as opposed to happy or even combative, there’s very little appeal to drinking for any other reason than enjoying the taste of a good wine or being social.