What kind of drunk are you?

In My Humble Opinion
21

Oddly enough, it matters what I drink. One’d say alcohol is alcohol, but it really seems to matter. Beer doesn’t make me drunk. Nor does sweet liquor. You know, Blue Curaceau or the green stuff that reeks of very chemical banana’s. I could drink 6 of those and feel nothing. Thats why I don"t drink those anymore, after having tried them a few times. What would be the point? Lots of calories and I don’t even like the taste.

Two glasses of red wine, and especially porto, will make me talkative, and gets me a red nose and red cheeks. That is as much as I will drink in a public place.

If I am at home or at a friends home, and we have planned to get drunk, I’ll drink more. After the fourth drink, Ill just lay down or start draping myself over the furniture, and continue talking. In a relaxed I-could-fall-asleep-any-moment-but-I- won’t-just-yet-kind-of-way. Also, every moderate attractive person in the room starts looking very attractive. Even the women. :o

22

Pretty mean when I’m really drunk. I’m one of those people that shouldn’t drink. One of the main reasons why I don’t really drink anymore. I’ve gotten drunk once in the last 5 years and that was at my good buddy’s wedding. Now if I drink at all, only on really special occasions like holidays, I keep it at one.

23

I’m a literary drunk. I like to read poetry (not mine, you silly, good poetry written by others) aloud. It sounds really really good. I also get very loving and will ask my friend to play with my hair.

24

It only takes me one and a half to two glasses of wine to get drunk. When I get drunk, I’m usually really relaxed and sleepy. If I’m really drunk, I can’t form an expression on my face. If I’m even more drunk than that, well, best bet is to get sick once and go to sleep. I don’t drink a whole lot. Unless my mom is here, of course. In true southern lady style, she will drink half her lunch (and dinner, for that matter, not to mention cocktail hour and after-dinner drinks) and delicately nibble on the other half. Well, that is, she’ll nibble in public, but shovel in private. Regardless, I can’t keep up. She drinks me under the table every time - I usually switch to water mid-meal so I don’t wind up sleeping under the table. :smiley:

25

Depends on where I am and who I am with.

26

When I was in college, I would get fall down, sloppy, kiss random strangers drunk at least once a month.

Now, I rarely get drunk, but I often get tipsy.

If I drink one or two, I get sleepy. If I push through that, I get very happy, horny and I love everyone. It takes three or four drinks (spirits) to get drunk, four - six beers (depending on alcohol content) or two glasses of wine.

My boy gets LOUD and talkative.

27

I should point out that when people drunk, it strips away their inhibitions and social safeguards therefore revealing their true selves.

On that note, when I get drunk I get really friendly with people and overly compassionate, it kinda sucks. I hate dancing but when I get plastered I’m the guy thats doing lame Street Fighter II moves. E.Honda Hundred-Hand Slap! SHOORYUKEN!!!

/covers face in shame

28

I drink every now and then. I have a drink or two more often than I actually get drunk. There’s a big difference there. A drink or two I can put away with no effects at all (I’m talking liquor here - beer and wine take more to make a dent). It takes me more to get drunk, and sometimes I do get sick. I’ve gotten better about being sick over the years. If I can drink slowly, I can put away an astonishing amount of alcohol without getting sick. If I have to drink in a hurry (most often when we go out, which is when I drink), I can still put away quite a bit, but that’s when I tend to get sick.

Most often, I remember the entire night. There have been a few remarkable occassions when I was so damned drunk that I had blackout periods - and one instance in which I drank a bottle of Jack Daniels by myself, from the bottle and without adornment of any kind, without the aid of water, in about two hours. My memories of the night cut off when the bottle was still halfway full, but everyone knew that I bloody well finished it. I was told that I was a blast until I started feeling sick, and then my fun was over.

I have been told pretty much unanimously that I am a happy drunk and fun to be around. I laugh and smile and generally enjoy myself. I am also a music hound when I’m drunk, so I’m always bopping in my seat or dancing, sometimes singing along. I learned that I could dance when I was drunk (and yes, I know how that sounds, but I had honest, verifiable accounts from various people that I danced amazingly well), but no amount of liquor has ever made me a good singer. I get drunk in order to add to my fun, so I don’t waste my opportunity.

I’ve been told that I’m friendly to everyone, even folks I normally can’t stand. If I’m feeling good and I’m not going to be sick that night, I can have a sexual streak that comes out, but if I’m not feeling good, that sexual urge doesn’t have a chance. I don’t go after folks I don’t know when I’m drunk, though; I have enough friends with those kinds of stories to know that I don’t want my own. I’ve also known several people who used alcohol as an excuse to act stupid or to give up responsibility of any kind, and I don’t find that attractive at all.

I have a drink with a meal about twice a month. I get drunk perhaps three or four times a year, generally on holidays (my birthday and New Years are musts). I don’t drink when I’m depressed or angry, either. I have always taken care with my drinking because my father is an alcoholic, and he taught me all of the ways that drinking can be destructive to the addict and to those around him. It’s from him, though, that I get my high tolerance; chalk one up to irony.

29

I started off as a happy, somewhat horny drunk, then turned into sleepy drunk. I don’t think I’ve ever been violent when drinking.

30

Back in college, when I was a regular drinker, I had five stages: happy, friendly, horny, emotional, and passed out. That was on any booze but gin. If I drank gin, I had one stage: drunk for a week. Now, that I’m older, wiser, and have a better handle on my drinking, I only drink to one stage: happy. Why go beyond that?

31

i drink on the weekends at parties or if i get real fucked up with school or people or something else i will drink during the week or alone. I rarely get drunk because i hate not having control. My medications i am on also make me sleep when i drink with them. I usually drink on an empty stomach since i rarely eat anyway though sometimes if i get drunk anough i will let myself pig out not to mention forgetting about the empty calories in alcohol

32

I’m usually pretty cheerful when drunk.

I think the ravenous hunger has something to do with youth. When I was young, my mates and I used to go to a burger joint after the pub every night but it wouldn’t cross my mind now.

33

Alcohol only intensifies whatever mood I’m in. If I’m out enjoying myself, I become very talkative and friendly but if I’m angry when drinking, I feel like killing someone after a few.

I’ve only been drunk once.

Does anyone else get heavy extremities when drinking? My arms will often feel like they weigh thirty pounds apiece after I’ve drunk a bit.

34

I’m everybody’s best friend when I’m drunk.

That is of course you come around me acting stupid. then I turn into an ASSHOLE.
I’ve got a low threshold against willfull stupidity, the drinking just makes it that much lower which turns on my asshole button.

35

I tend to lose most of my coordination and start laughing at things which aren’t really funny.

36

I can drink like a fish (1/2 a bottle of Vodka) and convince people I have had only a couple of drinks but after another few beers I tend to get very moral, generally in a passive way. On one occasion, though, I decided that it wasn’t right for people to smoke and attempted to convince people to hand over their cigarettes (without any success). Eventually, a girl gave me hers, but when I got it and was about to put it out, I felt so ashamed that I lamely bum-puffed it and gave it back.

37

Much like AmericanMaid, ther were stages when it came to drunkeness:
Mellow: sitting and smiling to oneself
Happy: very talkative and friendly
Horny: Beer goggles? Check!
Obnoxious: aggressive in behaviour
Sick: very quiet and pale with cold sweats, may puke secretly in bathroom

And like Aesiron my mood/surroundings influence what “kind” of drunk I’m having. Out w/the girls? I’ll stay at happy. Rugby piss up? Full steam ahead to obnoxious.
But if I mix Tequila and red wine? 0 to Evil Bitch in 0.2 seconds.

38

Now thats funny! I could see myself being drinking buddies with you.

39

A constant one. :smiley:

I’m usually happy when i’m pissed up, which is good, because this is about 75% of the time. Unless something happens to annoy or upset me, and then i’m apparently a total pain in the arse.

good day: 10+ pints to get drunk
bad day: 6+

40

I’ll drink 2-3 nights a week, down from 7 a couple of years ago.

I can’t drink beer fast enough to get drunk any more. After five or six, I’m ready for bed.

Rum, however, is a completely different story. I can drink rum and coke for 12 hours straight. Like starting at 9:00pm and finishing off a 1.75 Liter bottle at 9:00 am. I think the sugar and caffeine keep me awake.

It takes me a lot to get really drunk. But when I do, we’re talking BAC of .3+, (once measured at .43 :eek: ). Even then, I never pass out, though my memory will sometimes fail me.

I can get loud and very obnoxious but almost never violent. If I do get violent, I take out my aggressions on my own prized possessions, like remote controls and musical instruments (which doesn’t really count IMO).

Sometimes my fiance will have a few glasses of wine at home, and begin to get a buzz. I tend to get annoyed at drunk people unless I’m drinking too, so I’ll start drinking, too. In these cases, I can easily drink a fifth (750ml) of Bacardi, and never feel drunk. It’s like she’s some drunk stumble-biscuit slurring her words, spilling red all over the white carpet, and breaking glasses and here I am, with a BAC well over .2, perfectly in charge of all my faculties, articulate, and bored. With a headache.