Hey, I never turn down free booze.
I have to say though, both times were under peer pressure. First time it happened is this long involved story about one of our friends who’d never kissed a girl in his life. Don’t ask me how that ended with me making out with the girl next to me.
Second time I swear to God I was taken completely by surprise. The girl who did it later said she wanted to discourage the guys around us on the dance floor from hitting on us. I told her she was doing it wrong.
Drinks are on me! Woohoo~
Ummm… Alcohol definitely lowers my inhibitions. It also creates so many great ideas that I would have never thought of sober. Like punching my friend in the face! Ok… sometimes it doesn’t work out so well.
Bartender, please bring her a Long Island Iced-Tea with a side of peer pressure.
The only effect I have ever noticed from alcohol is that it puts me to sleep. If it has any effect on inhibition, I have never noticed. For that reason, I drink very little. Sometimes a glass of wine or a beer with dinner and that’s about it.
Nor have I, so far as y’all know. Marty, if you’re out there reading this, just shut your pie-hole.
Does my husband get to watch?
I like my tequila with a lemon and salt. Yes, I need training wheels.
It doesn’t start significantly lowering my inhibitions unless a) I’m in a super-happy mood at the time of drinking and b) I get really, really, really drunk. This has only happened twice in my life, even though I’m a relative lightweight.
It does tend to make me a bit more talkative, though.
(poor salinqmind is sitting on the boat in the dark, sobbing. someone please go out and bring her a t- shirt so she can come inside and sleep it off. thank you.)
Hear, hear! The best is surprise free booze! Last night I went up to the bar to close my tab, and was delighted to find a pal of mine had closed and paid it for me. Awesome, because my tabs ain’t small.
Anyway, I already say whatever the hell I want, which at times has gotten me in trouble, but hey, a little trouble never killed anybody. I once received a horrible, non-compliment from someone in college that went something like, “You’re surprisingly sane and kind while drunk” after we’d made a serious dent into the bottle. Surprisingly! Good times.
Beer makes me fearless, wine makes me flirty, and hard liquor makes me meaner than a snake.
That said, in general, I find that the filter between my brain and my mouth is alcohol soluble. After 3-4 drinks, there is no tellin’ what will come outta my mouth next. I will blurt whatever comes to mind. This is a good thing if I’ve been holding back and you’ve been trying to get the truth out of me. It’s a bad thing when I don’t consider what effect my words might have on the person I’m speaking to. I could be hurtful or insulting and not even care. Or I could declare my undying love for you and put you in a terribly awkward position because we just met ten minutes ago.
Ah, inhibitions. They fly right out the window sometimes.
Alcohol combined with activity drastically lower my inhibitions. Drinking a bunch at a poker game is wildly different than drinking a bunch, walking to a friend’s house miles away and walking back to a bar with a dance floor and dancing.
Case in point: At the end of a night of walking between houses, I dropped my phone in the toilet. Rather than doing the logical thing (taking it apart, battery out, and into a bowl of rice) I took the battery out and…turned on the oven…and baked it overnight at 200 degrees. Worst of all, I was adamant that I’d 1) Read it on Wired or in an Apple forum 2) That my phone would be better than it had orignally been. Better reception, longer battery life, the works! :rolleyes:
I’m goddamn lucky the place didn’t burn down.
At the second Pirates of the Caribbean movie midnight showing, I climbed up on stage (prior to the movie), and attempted to lead an audience of several hundred people in the song “Yo ho, yo ho, (a pirate’s life for me)”, which, by the way, are the only words to that song that I know, while wearing a pirate costume and gesturing with my plastic sword.
That’s probably not something I’d have attempted with a few pints less rum in me.
You obviously haven’t been to many low class college parties lately.
I turned down free booze so often I got a reputation as an alcohol snob. Crown isn’t that snobby, is it?
Fact: I didn’t know booze came in plastic bottles until I was a junior in college :smack:
Alcohol seems to lower my “I don’t care” threshold. Probably also known as inhibitions.
I know I don’t sing well enough to inflict it on others, but I DON’T CARE.
I know I shouldn’t flirt with him, but I DON’T CARE.
I know that joke is waaayyyy off color, but I DON’T CARE.
And then shortly afterwards, I fall asleep.
Only a bunch of 19 year olds would think drinking Crown is snobby.
Without question, it lowers my inhibitions rather drastically.
This was years ago, okay? I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been drunk.
I once took off all my clothes at an (all-female) party while drunk. Just because hell, it was hot and I felt like it. And I do mean all of my clothes.
Total drinks required: 9
Odds of that happening while sober: zero.
I’m also horny as hell when I’m drunk and totally lose all the anxiety I have around sex. Of course, my husband isn’t comfortable having sex with me when I’m drunk, because he feels drunk people are incapable of consenting to sex.
So, damned if you do.
Well, I’ve been accused of being an elitist snob on and off board, so I figured I might as well pretend I gave a shit by asking if it was.
Tastes of Chocolate, I love your I DON’T CARE analysis
Response to alcohol intoxication is much more cultural (as opposed to physiological) than most people think. There was a great New Yorker article about this a couple months ago, though I guess you need to be a subscriber to read the whole thing online.
My personal experience is that I get flushed and sleepy. Bleargh.
I think most people who are not from America, but have come here, have noticed this.