I concur that alcohol is more productive. Sugar gives me a MUCH worse hangover than alcohol does. At least if you’re drunk you might feel bad, but you won’t remember feeling bad!
(OTOH, if you’re crying so much that you’re jittering, I wouldn’t suggest continuing to have another drink until the shaking stops. Speaking from experience.)
Please do. I’m planning on getting drunk tonight and I hate to drink alone.
I am not the wise drinker many people here are, but I tend to agree that it’s probably not the time to get drunk when you’re sad. I’ve only been drunk three or four times, total (and all in the last year), but the happiest before drunk times made for the best drunk times.
Furthermore, there’s some questions being raised about even the short-term usefulness of alcohol on sadness. Now, one study doesn’t make any sort of conclusions, and I’d like to see more about the methods behind the study, but I think the researcher has it right.
Good luck. If you want to include the alcohol, I agree with silenus. Get some friends and try to have a good time.
In order to prevent any hangovers, stick with a decent quality vodka or whiskey all night. Don’t start mixing in shots or any other random drinks. And by all means, get nice and blasted. As they say, everything in moderation, including moderation.
Me too! Hell, it’ll be a party!
I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but my week just got worse.
Kidding.
Knead
All Man
Sorry! I should have known from the way your manly shoulders block the sun. 
I have no comment on drinking or not drinking. But I’d like to chime in to recommend a massage. It’s the most relaxing thing I know. Hot tubs aren’t bad either.
Atleast get somebody else to drink with. Getting drunk alone feels like an exceptionally unpleasant bout of 'flu.
Well, there’s always us. I hereby pledge to have two . . . no, three! three! glasses of wine tonight and check back. Knead should not drink alone.
Ditto, I’ll have a few and check back in tonight myself. I’ve always wanted to have a few drinks with **Knead ** anyway. And Silenus. And OneCentStamp. And August West. And Rick. And LOUNE. And…
If you’ve never been drunk, ever, getting drunk when you’re down - by yourself - is probably not a good place to start. On the other hand, you might as well start somewhere, I suppose. And it seems like a lot of other Dopers are planning to get drunk tonight anyway. (Including me.)
I have an early debate tournament tomorrow, but I’m up for a few brews this evening. We’ll make a party of it!
OK, I’m home, the cats are fed, and I’ve just cracked my first Sierra Nevada Pale of the evening. Accompanying this fine ale will be a individual bag of Vintner’s Potato Chips. Vinnie’s, the Pride of Freeport, Illinois.
You guys rock.
I don’t think I’m gonna do it. I think the cons weigh the pros. But, hey, anybody who’s planning on partying, I’ll be glad give you a ride home.
Change that to “Knead All Men” and you’ve got my family motto.
It sounds better in Latin.
Tonight looks like PBR tall cans. Cheers to you all!
If only someone would come up with a donut-flavored beer…any recipes, dopers?
I can’t really recommend a solo bender for a first timer. Glad you thought so too, KneadTOKnow. If you weren’t so green, I’d be the first to prescribe 1500 CC’s of your favorite alcohol.
Me on the other hand…Let me count the ways…
Our shipping guy had court today so I did most of the UPS, the truck shipments and receiving. It’s not super stressful but it’s a lot of little things to remember and that can go wrong. Not to mention having to do my regular daily duties, too.
Yesterday was one of the slowest moving, dullest days I’ve ever had at work. After staying up too late, I had to get to work early to get a jump on an all-day calibration at a customer site. This very dull & repetitive calibration process that would be boring enough by myself but I was training a new guy on it. I showed him how to do a couple gauges and watched him do a couple and then had 7 hours to kill in a metrology lab about 1000 feet square. Did I say we had to be gowned, hairnetted, shoe-bootied, safety glassesed(?) and on our feet the entire time? And that my trainee has an overactive perspiration system and an underactive washing machine?
The local NPR station is pledgedrivingmenuts and I can’t tolerate the painfully unrehearsed ‘bantor’ from producers, directors, managers and other people not normally behind the mic. Therefore, I usually return to my old, forbidden demon: the top 40 hiphop and dance music station. Why yes, that was me singing the duet down Foster Avenue at the top of my lungs. “It’s too late to 'pologize…”. I was the one with the cracking voice and tune issues.
I got turned down by a girl I’d asked out which is always pleasant. 'Nuff said.
My internet has been superduper crappy lately. Fine for 10 minutes, completely dead for 45 minutes. Fine for 2 minutes, dead the rest of the night. Fine for a day, dead for a day. A provider service call means taking some time off for me or my roommate to meet the tech and that time is valuable. My gamer & IT employed roommate is especially mad but the majority of my entertainment is dependant on Comcast keeping their shit together. It seems OK now but could drop at any second. Very frustrating.
And, partially because of the internet situation, my roommate is staying at his girlfriend’s place this weekend. We’re old friends and get along 100% and it’s, well, lonely here alone. I don’t feel like entertaining and doubt I’m going out (depending on the internet situ). Hm. Excuse me, I gotta get something from the frige. Psssht glug
To be honest, though, I’m in a pretty good mood. My stomach hurts at the moment so I don’t know how many I’m having but beers will be downed. If I get to bed at a reasonable time, I might actually Get Something Done tomorrow.
And so, my friends, I join you in raising my glass. Cheers.
And I’ll join you. Solidarity. I’ll be stone-cold sober* tonight.
*Well. . . as I always am.