A-men, sister. I have a pretty low self image, and enough booze elevates it quite a bit. I’m hot, and everybody must want me, because suddenly I’m pretty much ready to jump just about any man I see … and even some of the women. But I’m witty, I’m honest, and I’m determined to have a good time.
I usually only get ripped a couple times a year–I much prefer to have control over myself, how I’m getting home, and how whatever’s in my stomach makes its way out of my body. But every now and then, I’ll throw caution to the wind and have a good time. I can usually stop myself before I throw up, but on those occasions when I have gotten sick, I’ve discovered that I don’t remember the hour or so preceding said technicolor yawn.
When I drank regularly I was never the same person twice. Mostly a beer drinker then, but my mood would vary so much and my previous non-drunk mood would be little indication of how I would wind up. Happy and chatty one time; angry and lashing out the next; brooding and sulking next time; confident, smug, and thinking I was the wittiest person in the room after that, etc. I can remember being drunk once and actually laughing and cracking wise about the pointless barfight that some strangers got in over a girl that resulted in one guy getting his head bashed open by a bottle and several folks going to jail, not one of my prouder moments.
One constant, the amount of alcohol required so that I actually want to dance - which I’m completely incapable of at anytime - is past my point of no return that I will get sick and puke.
I know my limits better now and while I rarely drink, I can mantain a happy “buzz” and know when to slow down or stop.
Wine makes me loose-limbed, flirty, and eventually horny. My entire body language changes and I’d probably make a decent “drunken boxer” martial artist on a wine drunk.
Beer I can still handle, but not nearly the amounts I could manage when I was “in practice”. It takes three beers in an hour for me to even begin “feel” any effect, although my blood alcohol level would probably say different.
The last serious drinking I did was about a year ago at a cousin’s lavish wedding with a huge open bar (rich father-in-law). I stuck to vodka tonics for the evening, with a little wine at the after-after party, and could barely even get into the buzz zone, I “felt” it so little. I think the medication I’m on helped some though that time.
I can’t recall the last time I got drunk - it has been many, many years.
I was a heavy drinker in college and it eventually got to be a pain in the neck. Feeling terrible the next day(s), putting on weight, spending entirely too much money, taking stupid chances with my own or other people’s safety, etc. When I did drink, I was an amiable guy, never prone to violence, everybody’s friend.
Now when I drink, it is a couple of martinis or a few glasses of wine if I’m out, a little more if I’m already home and don’t have to worry about driving.
I’ve only gotten drunk twice. The first time, I had probably 4 shots’ worth (IIRC) of vodka in two screwdrivers, at my friend’s smallish get-together/party. I was talkative, friendly and pretty happy.
The second time, I had 6 shots and sat down to watch 28 Days Later with some of my friends. I crashed on my friend’s couch in front of the TV we were watching on; the next day I had a killer hangover and couldn’t remember any of the movie except for a couple of scenes in the beginning. A bit of fine cannabis sativa was very effective at negating the hangover, BTW. (At least, I recall not caring much about the hangover.)
Oh…got hungry for snacks and such when I was drunk too. (Especially the first time; I was stoned too, and there were a lot of snacks and chips and the like around.)
I love my mindset when im drunk. Usually i am either really optimistic and low stress or i am laughing at everything and being very social. I also get hungry just like the other posters say.
I’m absolutely an amplification drunk. Whatever mood I’m in grows many-fold.
I learned a long time ago not to drink when I’m angry or depressed.
But when I’m happy and having fun, I turn into a commedian and make everybody laugh.
When I’m feeling goofy and wierd I get really Juvenile, and do things like talk the entire bar into a game of breadstick and olive baseball. Or start a friendly “your momma” competition with everybody around me.
Or When I’m philosopical, I answer every question with a meandering 30 minute stream of thought on whatever subject.
But when I’m in my average quiet and mind my own business mood(which is like 95 percent of the time) I just drink and people watch.
I’m quoting my own post, even though it’s bad form.
It’s so weird. I talked her into going out for a few tonight, and the results skew the other way. After 3 or 4 drinks, I’m talking up a storm (at the local Chili’s), and have 3 people all agreeing the libertarian is the way to go. In the heart of the bible belt. We also all agreed that we’ll vote for Bush, but only for a lack of a “right leaning libertarian”, just like me. Go figure.
Usually any political debates I enter into end up with everybody thinking I’m some fringe weirdo.
Anyhow, we come home, and she’s the one doing her best to tolerate me, complete role reversal.
I think I require external stimuli for a successful drunk-on.