Do you drink alcohol? Have you ever been drunk? How do you behave when drunk?
I have never been completely smashed, plastered, gone, off my face, whatever term you prefer, but I get hungry after a few drinks. Okay, maybe ravenous is more accurate.
Note to self: Do not try marijuana.
What type of drunk are you?
Yes, I’ve been drunk, but never intentionally…we all know how it sneaks up on you. I like to maintain a “happy place” when I’m out with girlfriends.
So when I’m maintaining the happy place, I get very “dishy,” very sincere, happy, and loving. If I’ve thought for awhile that I should remind Girlfriend A that I’m really sorry about her breakup, that’s when I go there…and I get really upset for her, and talk about it forever, and if it gets bad, there’s a lot of hugging and hand-holding and even crying.
We’re so those girls; we all do it. Anything that we’re feeling is magnified times 10; we’re always really fabulous friends, totally supportive, falling over ourselves to buy each other drinks, toasting each other with shots…“HERE’S TO THE GIRLS!” etc., etc…
And then we call each other the next day and go, “Okay. How long were we hugging and crying in the parking lot? SERIOUSLY.”
So I’m the happy, sincere, really loving drunk.
I do get hungry, though, and I find myself eating all kinds of fast-food crap after last call that I’d never eat sober.
sigh
I drink just about every day. Probably a 6 pack/night during the week and then get “tore out of the frame” on the weekends. There’s nothing better than going to the Pub, getting shit-housed, sing karoke, get in fights, etc.
All my rowdy friends have not settled down.
a sleepy one.
If I drink slowly, I’m fine. But if I get tipsy or slightly drunk, I just fall asleep.
I more often than not drink til i blackout, then eat a bean burger (so i’m told) and go home.
I’ve always said I was a cheap drunk because I start getting drowsy after one drink. If I have two, I end up dozing. So I rarely drink.
Maybe I should have said I was a cheap date rather than a cheap drunk…
It depends on my initial mood, who I’m with and what’s happening around me.
Overall when I get plastered I am happy, energetic (ready to dance the night away) and want to jump someones bones. That is until I get sick. Then depending how drunk I am I either sober up a bit and go on as before or I fall asleep.
I have only drunk that much twice though as I prefer NOT to drink so much I get sick.
So I usually get nicely tipsy and if the music is good will dance and have fun, I flirt with guys and just have a good time. As I usually go out with the guys (not the girls) I end up playing pool or darts and singing karaoke too.
When I go out with the girls we scream at the strippers then drink and dance and flirt, talk about whatever (sometimes it turns into stuff like Audrey’s).
Or if I’m really tired, a few drinks and go home or to wherever the party moves to and I fall asleep while everyone parties on around me (this has also happened in my own home when I had roomies).
I do also get hungry, if I didn’t get sick or drink enough to get nauseus. And my hangovers aren’t that bad. Even my worst one I just needed a lot of sleep, water and tylenol. Mine are usually very minor headaches from dehydration so I drink a huge glass of water (or several) then head to McD’s for a large coffee and hashbrowns, if it’s before 11.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been drunk. Used to do it quite often.
But when I did, most people wouln’t know. I didn’t fall down or slur my words.
But I would use a lot more swear words and find you much more attractive.
i don’t drink very often.
this is because for some reason, the first two or three drinks somehow disable my “too many drinks alarm”! i then think i can drink indefinitely, and that it’s a good idea!
i believe i am usually a friendly, happy, if a bit horny, drunk, but more often than not wind up sick, passed out somewhere inappropriate, or doing something stupid if i go past the two or three drink limit.
(of course, if it wasn’t for beer, i may never have been brave enough to flirt with some of the loveliest guys, take some of the funny pictures i’ve taken, or convince my friends to explore the scary old t.b. hospital with me.)
(disclaimer: that was a figment of your imagination. no actual laws were broken during the events preceding this post.)
i have gone out for drinks exactly once this year and had a good time… somehow, i managed to keep the pace slow enough (i don’t know how) to just teeter on the edge of spinland, but not go there. usually the teetering doesn’t last this long, but that night i did very well. maybe maturity is slowly recalibrating my “too many drinks” alarm back to normal.
i love to have a good time, but when it comes to drinking, i have to be very cautious!
Exactly my experience. I’m fine if I’m drinking slowly during the course of a meal, and then carry on. But if I drink before I eat I lose my appetite and concentrate on the alcohol, with the kind of dedicated ambition rarely seen in me. Then I fall asleep, irrespective of time, place or company, before I wake up with a hangover, and perfect recall of the night’s events. There is nothing worse than waking up feeling that your brain has exploded inside your skull, trying to decide whether throwing up would make you feel better or worse, and cringing at all the things you said when you thought it was about time to really tell people what you thought, blab everyone else’s secrets and tell them details of your sex life that NOBODY really wants or needs to know. Ever. Plus the witty comments that you made, which got a laugh, so you thought you’d repeat them. Incessantly.
Now I’m a grownup, I drink with care.
I was a really cheap drunk. It only took 5 beers or 3 drinks to get me fried. The only reason I ever drank was to be like the other guys. I never really liked it: the taste, the effects, the results, the kind of people you unavoidably encounter in the drinking lifestyle. The throwing up. 99% of the times I ever threw up were from drinking. I hate to throw up! One day, about 25 years ago, I said I was never going to drink again, and I’ve stuck to it, with only a couple of exceptions, and of course, I threw up.
That said, I was a friendly, sort of gregarious drunk for the first three beers or so, then I would have crossed that invisible “enough” line and by the time I’d noticed it, I was already at “too much”. At this point, I would get all quiet and just be f***ed up. I’m not talking about having had two dozen beers, this is after, like 6. If I was lucky, I could go to sleep. Usually not, I’d have to talk to Jesus on the big white telephone first. There’s no way I could eat while drunk, having sex would be out of the question. I kind of always recognized that drinking never made me better, it always made me worse, and I just hated the buzz and all of that.
You’d be surprised how many times I’ve had to elaborate - “No, I’m not an alcoholic, I’m a person who doesn’t drink anymore.” “No, I didn’t have to stop drinking, I volunteered to.” “What do you mean that’s crazy?”
I get drunk very easily, one or two drinks. I just get really, really stupid, and make a complete fool out of myself.
I get stupid too.
I get some serious beer goggles for myself. I think I’m the hottest woman ever. I don’t think I’m annoying about it, but I do end up spending a lot of time admiring myself in the bathroom mirror.
Actually, its a nice feeling to walk through the bar and feel like a goddess gliding among mere mortals.
Then the buzz is gone, and I’m back to worrying about the size of my ass again.
If drunk enough, I will find reasons to either sing or use Spanish. And I end up sounding reeeeally good.
Let it be known that the IQ and physical strength are multiplied by the number of drinks. After 4 or 5, a person pretty much knows everything and can kick the entire bar’s ass.
I’m wonderful when I’m drunk. Handsome, witty, and charming.
All my friends must get really ripped though…they seem to remember differently.
I’m what I call a cliff-face drunk: I can drink and drink and drink and be sober, sober, sober, and then have just one more drink and be suddenly pissed out of my head.
(Note to Americans: in the the UK, ‘pissed’ means drunk, not ‘angry’).
That’s why I drink red wine - after a few glasses it starts to taste sour, and I know it’s time to stop.
Most of the time …
It took me a long time to discover that I should never, never, never have more than two glasses of anything.
Luckily, I am drunk as we speak - so to speak.
I am a charming drunk - funny, polite and surpisingly agile. It usually takes me a case of beer or a bottle or two of strong liquor to really get me going, but once I’m there …I’m there. I might be a tad bit violent when drunk but only when I feel my friends are being mistreated somehow. First and foremost, though, I drink like an Icelander - like alcohol will be gone forever by tomorrow.
If I’m having a good day I don’t have to be drunk to get this. Being tipsy helps though because I lose enough of my worries to feel good and not be obnoxious.