I can handle hard alcohol pretty well, but a good beer is my Kryptonite. Fortunately I have a strict rule: If I have any alcohol I refuse to drive…and I think long and hard before performing any surgery. I just finished my second 22 ounce bottle of Old Rasputin Russian Imperial Stout, and, while I am damnhappy, I know that anything more difficult than watching Robot Chicken episodes should be put off until tomorrow.
So, what was the last time you want just a scootch overboard(NOT pass out drunk, mind you).
Beer. It’s the only alcohol I drink with rare exceptions. My big drinking nights are Friday and Saturday. It’s not unusual for me to drink 6-7-8 beers from the time I get home at about 4PM to around midnight. At that point I’m feeling good but not sloppy drunk and getting sleepy. Every once in a while I get to 8 and I’m still wide awake and having a fine time watching music videos on Youtube and I go on to about 12. That’s a mite too much and I’ll have a hangover the next day.
I’m doing a dry January or I’d be right there with ya tonight!
I’m a rum drinker. Most of what I drink is 40-43% (80-86 proof) and it’s rare if I have more than 2 drinks a night.
A few months back I picked up 2 Foursquare ECS releases—a 2005 and a 2007. I did a side-by-side comparison (2 oz pours, straight) and then made a Corn and Oil with each (2 oz rum, 1/2 oz Falernum). While on my 4th drink I realized that both of these bottles were cask strength—59% (118 proof). The next day was very unproductive.
The only alcohol that owned me outright is Bacardi 151. Even if I try to moderate myself, I end up vomiting. This is why I havent drank any of it since my junior year in college and I have no desire to get hammered on alcohol. Someone gave me half of a 1000g THC brownie. Not knowing how to use it or what it could do, I ate the whole thing. I was so hammered that I had a panic attack and had to go outside. It was scary in the moment but hilarious in retrospect.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve have a real hangover. I generally have at least a few beers daily, but usually it’s my own hooch and my homebrews are in the 2-3.5% alcohol range. You have to seriously work at drinking enough 3.2% beer to feel rough the next day.
Very rarely I feel rough the next day, and that’s prolly owing to a lack of sleep rather than the amount of alcohol.
Much as I like single malt or rye, it is better I don’t keep those in the house. I did have a wee too much peated single malt a few weeks ago. Rough but not a hangover.
For amusement, I soaked some gummi bears in vodka.
The consuming of the gummi bears, along with beer, meant that cobblestones gave me a real challenge. My one coworker gave up on the bicycle and took the bus home. She said it the world was spinning.
Two of my coworkers decided they wanted another beer and went to a bar. They took 24 pictures (counted the next day) in an attempt to send a photo to me. Many of the picitures didn’t include either of them.
Well, I get the occasional abscess due to having teeth with no enamel on them. I tend to treat myself holistically. Bourbon is ideal for this for two reasons:
it usually works to kill the pain, but
B) if it doesn’t, another 7-8 shots, and I don’t care anymore
Jack Daniels. My daughter came over, noticed there was a pint I had bought to use in a recipe, said, ‘hey, let’s have some Jack and cokes’. So we did. … I am told there was dancing. Singing. Poetry recital. Dancing and singing to rap videos. A hysterical time being had by all. … The next day I remembered none of this… I had a hangover for three days. Hard likker is not for me and I haven’t had any Jack Daniels since, several years now.
For Christmas my sister gave me a bottle of whiskey from the Brooklyn distillery, one of those small craft distilleries that’s popular now. When I got home I went out and bought a cocktail shaker and martini glasses and some bitters and some vermouth and had a lot of fun playing bartender and mixing up old fashions and Manhattans. And I drank some of it straight, too. But it turns out I really like Manhattans…
*And I suppose there’s something ironic about making Manhattans with whiskey from Brooklyn.
“Too much” was too long ago to recall. Now I stop at “just enough”. Haven’t barfed in a long time. (Unlike my sister, who I envisage hugging the toilet.) Try extreme moderation. It’s cheaper that way, too.
Maybe 20 years ago I had seven beers in one evening which for me was a truly atypical amount of alcohol. I was a few blocks from my home so I knew I wouldn’t be driving. By the end, I don’t think I felt drunk but I did feel ill, with odd shooting pains through my torso for some reason. I’ve never approached that much alcohol consumption at one time ever again. Even two drinks would be unusual for me. I don’t feel any loss for it.
Shōchū. More years than I want to count ago, I was in Japan for a conference followed by a little workshop a colleague had organized. I was one of a handful of US participants. When the workshop ended in the early evening, the organizers grabbed me and announced we were going out for “some drinks”. Now, I’m used to the Japanese version of “a few drinks” and expected lots of beer and a few rounds of sake, which I’ve always been able to cope with. This time, we started with several rounds of a liquor I didn’t recognize. When I asked about it, I was told “It’s shōchū, it’s like…brandy”.
I was lucky enough to be drinking right across the street from my hotel, because I barely remember getting back to my room. It was the next morning, navigating back to Tokyo with several train changes, that I really regretted.
