What are the effects on you when you drink alcoholic beverages?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Nother Margaret Cho thing:

"We were very sexy in that way that drunks can be sexy. I think drunks are very sexy because they talk a big game. You know, at the bar, ‘Yea, I’m gonna fuck you in HALF!’ Then you get home and it’s, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
“Or when you try to have sex? That’s so sad, when drunk people try to have sex… and initially you’re nice about it, ‘Oh, it’s okay, I’m sure it’s nothing, don’t worry about it, I just want to be with you!’ But eventually you get mad. ‘Oh, just twist it to make a point and stick it in.’”

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I’m usually like Silent Bob–sitting back, listening to everyone else, but every so often chiming in with some devastatingly funny observation.

On booze, I’m Jay. “Snooge ta tha muthafukin’ BOOGE!” Loud, unable to sit still, and I’ll say whatever dumb thing I can think of, often several times. Because we know if something isn’t quite that funny the first time, it’s damn near comedy GOLD by the tenth time!

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Dragging this up because I’m always late reading MPSIMS.

July 2, 2002 was the evening of my last drink.

I’ve been taking seizure medication for the last two years. Now, I know it’s bad to drink when you take medication. I know what it does to the liver, and I know the possibility of negating the medication. I cut way down on drinking, but I still left myself a “special occasions” loophole.

Now that loophole has been closed. Friend and I sat down to a fifth of El Cheapo vodka. Circumstances that I won’t go into made me reckless. Instead of drinking 80% mixer/20% alcohol, sipping slowly, and waiting five minutes before refills, as I had always done before, I just tore into it, pouring without measuring and topping off before the glass was empty. I got loud and stupid, and then I blacked out. The last thing I clearly remember was hanging onto Friend’s fridge door and shouting about how great the NoHo theater companies were.

All of a sudden, Mr. Rilch is tucking me into my bed.

The next morning, Friend requested that I go over and clean my puke off his couch. I don’t remember vomiting. He doesn’t remember it either; he also blacked out. For days, no one knew where my sweater was. It turned up on the hook on the back of Friend’s bathroom door. Why did I put it there? I must have thought I was at home. But I don’t hang my sweater up in the bathroom; I must have been that far out of it that I thought I was in my living room.

So I went over there, cleaned up my vomit, chugged some diet cola and threw up again. Luckily, Friend is not the type to drink with someone and then shun them for going over the line. And Mr. Rilch is not the type to bring this up and shame me with it.

But I’m never going to drink again. I believe I can stick to that, because I’ve never said it before. It may have been the medication, or the rate of consumption, but I’m not going to try to analyze it. Drinking is no longer an option for me, and I remind myself of that every day.

Remember that at the next Dopefest. I’m no longer the person who can slurp up a 12 oz. glass of Sangria in 30 seconds and stay on my feet. It ended on 7/2/02. Any time I’m tempted to drink, I will remember that person I turned into, and also that that’s all I can remember.

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Hmmm, well, all the wimmin look prettier.

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I get horny. Really horny. And lose most of my inhibitions. When I was with my last SO, we would go out occasionally and I would have a few drinks. I’d get all squiffy, and start doing and saying all sorts of suggestive things. This lasted about as long as it took him to get me home and into bed, at which point I’d kiss him goodnight, roll over, go to sleep, and snore loudly. And wake up with a headache next morning. I always found this hilariously funny. I think he just found it frustrating :slight_smile:

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In general, I’m told that you can’t tell if I have been drinking. I usually don’t change much at all. I suppose I smile a little more and only occasionally do my hands get a little friendly. But mostly, you just can’t tell.

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When I’m drunk, I am incredibly dumb, and everyones best friend. I’m the life of the party sober, so you can imagine how I am when I’m’ drunk.

I also get really horny. I like to hump anything and everything, male or female. (and I’m a female)

It takes massive amounts of liquor for me to get drunk.
One of my real good friends Greg recently turned 21. So we had a big old party at his apartment. Well I’ve seen Greg completely toasted before. And he had never acted like this. He drank almost a fifth of Everclear. His parents had bout him a new entertainment center, and I’m not sure whether is wasn’t put together good enough or what but he completely humped it to death. It just fell apart, right there. Everything that was on it fell off. Greg was completely trashed, as he continued humping the pieces of the entertainment center piled on the floor.

All the rest of my friends agreed we’d keep quiet about this. But we never drank with him again.

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Back when I still drank (quit in 97), 1 wine cooler would make me sleep really good. 2 wine coolers would have me all giggly.

I only drank too much once, on my 19th birthday, and ended up with a ferocious stomachace. After that I learned to stay within my (cheap) limits.

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You know much which is hidden, oh Tim…

I’ve never come into a thread thats been up for more than two or three days before much less nine-- but it was at the top of the forum, so why not? Anyway, I’m of (distant) Irish decent and it takes me an unreasonable amount of alcohol to get drunk. Its not uncommon for me and a friend to finish off several six packs of “real” beer- Corona, Guiness, the “bitter” stuff- before I start to buzz. In the interesting story department, I once tried to see how much coconut rum I could consume in an hour. All in all, about 25 shots. To this day, the smell of suntan lotion- or anything with a coconut aroma for that matter- makes me queazy.

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I get really broody and quiet if I have a little; I get really mean, nasty, and obnoxiously loud if I have any more than that. I say the first things that come to my mind, and they’re almost invariably not-nice.

My co-workers say I do this already, but I believe they are mistaken.

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Hm. Previous effects of over-indulgence:

  1. Pole-dancing. Apparently I was damned good at it, too.
  2. Meaningful eye contact and deep conversation with random strangers.
  3. Going to sleep under beds and behind couches (who, me? I’m just a little dust bunny lookin’ for some peace and quiet, don’t mind me).
  4. Ending up in bed with a married co-worker [sub]I am never doing that - or him - again[/sub].
  5. Karaoke in a karaoke bar, and winning the karaoke competition.
  6. Karaoke, not in a karaoke bar and getting shown the door.
  7. A sudden, huge craving for either McDonalds or cheese or dope at 4am.
  8. Defrosting the freezer at 4am, armed with a hairdryer and a cleaver.
  9. The realisation that a doner kebab is the best food in the world when walking (staggering) home at 3am.
  10. Being in a gay bar and not noticing that it was a gay bar for two-three hours, despite being hit on by a couple of women.
  11. Waking up in a coyote trap the next morning (the realisation that you’d rather chew off your own arm than wake the person next to you).
  12. A hangover that lasted three days after one three-day drinking binge that only included eight hours sleep (started at 11am Friday, finished late-ish Sunday afternoon). That is the worst thing I have ever done to myself, physically, and I’m not going to repeat it. Ever. I don’t recommend it to anyone else either.
  13. The realisation that “Oh my God, I told someone that?!” the next morning.
    It’s no wonder I don’t drink as much as I used to.
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Anyone who went to TorDope knows the effect alcohol has on me. I totally queen in up. :smiley:

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I post excessively in MPSIMS when drunk and talk a lot about alcohol.