well, having grown up with an alcoholic, i can probably count the times i’ve actually been anywhere close to drunk on my thumbs. i still kept a pretty tight rein on myself after a landmark 4 White Russians in one evening. i did spend the night at a work acquaintance’s apartment once or twice. quite platonically, though.
drinking in general tends to make me sleepy. if i’m not tired, i can occasionally get a bit maudlin.
lachesis
and besides…it’s so much more interesting to be sober and watch everyone else get ridiculous.
I fall down, my speech gets slurred, get depressed, gets happy, very talkative, I wander aimlessly, I get angry, I dance with chairs. The funny thing is I don’t drink anymore. I guess all the drinking I did has caused some physical problems.
I would be the Functional Drunk. Often times the only ones who can tell are my parents (Must be a reason for this I cannot remember), my wife (She says I snore when intoxicated) and my neighbor (Police man).
I’m an aggressive drunk apparently - I use the word apparently because I also seem to be an amnesia suffering drunk as well the next morning, and can barely ever remember anything I’ve done, and have to be reminded by my hubbie. I don’t usually get into fights or anything, it’s usually a case of someone bumping into me in a crowded pub, and then glaring at me like it’s my fault which sets me off. If I was sober I would totally ignore them, but if I’ve had a few I set off after them apparently, demanding to know what they thought they were doing, and who do they think they are etc etc!
As a consequence of this, I now tend to stick to two glasses of wine when I go out!
garuis, ever the genteman. Trust me, the ladies appreciate it
Did your friend’s randy media lecturer get the hint? I ask because mine doesn’t! He’s actually tried it on with me whilst my boyfriend’s had his arm round my waist :eek:
However, the funny looks I got from some of the second year undergrads has now been explained. There is a photo from the department ball last Wednesday of myself and this lecturer, with him with a cigar in one hand, blatantly looking like he’s trying it on with me. Anyway, someone, decided that it would be really hilarious to get this photo onto an OHP slide with the caption “It ain’t easy pimping” written underneath. The joke being that with the cigar in his hand, he looks like a pimp, especially in the dinner jacket. They then put this OHP slide up before his lecture on Monday. his class htought it was hillarious. He was slightly shocked! Goodness knows what the undergrads must think of me…
Oh, and I ought to add, he doesn’t even need to be drunk to start coming onto me. When I’ve been demonstrating first year lab, he’s always been rather “friendly”, and been prone to attempting to get as physically close to me as possible, without looking too lecherous. For instance, I was attempting to show some students how to do something on the computer, but couldn’t find the relevant file. Seeing as he’s head of lab, I called him over, expecting him to ask me to move out of the way so that he could get to the computer. Instead, he squeezes himself into the 30cm gap between the computer desk and me, such that, because I was sitting on a rather high stool, his head was resting on my knee…
Another happy drunk here. I start telling people about how great they are even I’ve never met them. And then I might get sick. I don’t if I sweat it off.
And somewhat apathetic, but I assume that’s everyone. People say they like me better when I’m drunk because I’m usually a bitter asshole when I’m sober.
For me, it seems to be controlled by the mood I’m in before I have a drink. If I’m happy before, then happier after. This unfortunately also works with pissed, depressed, etc. I’m a pretty easy going person though, so it’s usually ok.
snigger Unfortunately, that’s not going to work in my case - he’s no more than 10 years older than me!
I’ve tried saying something, along the lines of “The boyfriend thought you you were out of line”, but as I’ve mentioned earlier, he doesn’t give a damn about what my boyfriend may think.
My mother, paragon of sound advice giving that she is, reckons I should do nothing, but be flattered. Which would be fine, except my first years are asking me how long we’ve been seeing each other :eek:
