It’s really hard to describe being drunk, or even being enough under the influence to feel the ‘glow’. I have the aforementioned warm feeling in my belly, I am more relaxed both physically and mentally, and… it’s just very difficult to describe.
One’s inhibitions are lowered. Things that you might be strong enough to forsake seem like a really good idea, such as eating Cheesies for dinner with one’s cocktail. At some point, you will have to become very, very careful while enunciating verbally or typing.
There’s just this really, really nice feeling when the drink ‘hits’ you. It’s why my mother always had a drink before dinner on an empty stomach. It’s why ‘if one feels good, two must be better. If two is good, let’s pour a third. The third was great, let’s…’
Some of us have trouble stopping after two. Or three. You get in the zone where it surely seems like every additional drink will only add to this feeling of well-being, looseness, optimism and relaxation. Confidence. Enjoyment.
One feels a little numb after several drinks. Slower to react.
I am old enough that I know there’s a magic point between feeling very nice (and often, quite uninhibited and horny) and… I gotta go to sleep. Now.
If I need a nap after work, and don’t think I’ll fall asleep, a drink will do it. Have a few drinks, feel nice, and zzzzzzzzzz.
I also enjoy getting stinkin’ drunk once in a while, and it usually occurs at home. No cover charge, no tips, and I choose the music.