I don’t drink anything alcoholic. Never had any desire. As long as people don’t drink and drive (or fly, or operate pointy things, etc), I certainly don’t have a problem with people who choose to do so.
I have noticed some people become giggling ninnies when they’re drunk while some become overbearing ogres looking for trouble.
To Dopers who drink (and have been drunk), what are you like when you get drunk?
I have 1-2 drinks on a daily basis, usually red wine b/c of heart problems inherent in my family. For preference, I drink bourbon whiskey (which is a whole debate unto itself).
– Maker’s Mark or Blanton’s if someone else is buying, Evan Williams Green Label if I’m buying, Jim Beam here b/c it’s the cheapest–
when I drink, I get a warm fuzzy sensation that relazes me. I also happen to like the taste of what I’m drinking, and its effects as a local anaesthetic.
I’ve also outdrunk the Irish, Russians, and Sri Lankans, so my tolerance is fairly high.
Basically, it’s like golf clubs. It’s what you like plus how it feels plus the right tool for the right situation.
Loud and funny with the men, and extremely flitatious with the ladies, overall pretty carefree.
I think it depends on my mood beforehand.
If I’ve had a lousy week and I go out for a few beers with friends, I can get into mopy-drunk mode. That sucks, because I can’t enjoy myself at all. And neither can my friends, who are stuck reminding me that I’m smart and fun and still loved.
But more often, if we’re out dancing or at a big party, I’m a chatty drunk. With a little “I love you, man! No,* really*, man, I love you!” thrown in for good measure. Lots of hugging my friends, laughing at everything, dancing on speakers, and talking a mile a minute. I can lose my voice for a day or two after a night like that.
I haven’t been drunk in a very long time, though. No time for the party scene these days, and even if I do go out, I have to get back early because I work most weekends. And because of that, I’ve learned that to a sober person, drunks look really, really silly.
I was a mean drunk, which is why I decided to become a former drunk.
That would be me. Actually I don’t change much until I’ve put away a fair amount, then I get sillier and clumsier, then I go to sleep.
The main thing about me when I’m drunk is that I’m actually happy for once.
Never been drunk. This is mainly because a good buzz after two drinks puts me to sleep. So…a sleeping drunk?
at the moment im half drunk so this makes sense. right nwo im kinda horny and hitting on a friend. in general i get loud, sometiems speak spanish or sing, i get flirty.
also i dont make much sense. heehee.
I tried drinking in my late teens. It turns out I’m a crybaby drunk. I just bawled and bawled (or so I’ve heard.) I learned pretty quickly that people don’t like that so I quit drinking. I may have a wine cooler once in a blue moon–more like once a year or two. I’m not worried about reverting to my teen drunk persona. Alcohol just doesn’t appeal to me.
I get friendly. Really, really friendly.
Yep. Really, really, really friendly. 
I’m go between serious and philisophical drunk to a happy and horny drunk. It really depends on the crowd, my mood, and what I’ve been drinking.
I go through stages. It’s fun, really.
Stage 1: Sober. Quiet and reserved. I will, occasionally, get talkative around friends and acquaintances.
Stage 2: 1-3 drinks. Loosening up, becoming slightly more talkative and open toward strangers and newly met people.
Stage 3: 4-6 drinks. Professor Drunkard. Willing to discuss anything with anybody. I know everything about anything, but at least I don’t rub your nose in it. Start to get the drunken courage to approach out-of-my-league females.
Stage 4: 7-9 drinks. I’m the life of the party - the total opposite of my sober self.
Stage 5: 10+ drinks. Unpredictable, but usually a fun time until the end - also known as hanging out of a sixth floor window with someone screaming look out below to the wary pedestrians underneath.
Oh, and False-God, we’ve got to get together sometime. Two heavy drinking bourbon fans could tear up the joint!
I’m the drunk idiot kind of drunk who fondles everyone…men AND women. I mean, I’m that kind right now. I seriously have to move out.
That describes me as well.
Incidentally, I have a bottle of wine in the kitchen right now and am trying not to drink it because I’m in a rather foul mood and I know I will be ready to kill, maim, and/or destroy if I do.
Smart-assed, then maudlin, then once I catch myself being maudlin, become smart-assed and maudlin, to cover it.
That assumes I’m with people I know well. If there are a lot of people present that I don’t know, I become Mr. Spectator, and dull as dishwater. Even ethanol is powerless against my formidible social reticence.
I’m pissed right now. Can ya tell?
Considering that I don’t like beer, my drink choices are limited if I’m out at a bar. I’ll happily down Long Island Teas, but boy watch out! If I’m with my bestest of friends, I’ll get really happy, chatty and become the life of the party. And I’ll usually end up kissing and feeling up the girls :eek: . Unfortunately, the fun is short lived and if I keep on drinking, I’ll go to party girl to pukey/sleepy girl rather quick. I haven’t yet learned how to maintain a certain level of drunk without going over the edge.
Consequently, I haven’t had a drink in more than a year. Just haven’t had the taste for it. If I could just find some decent cider around here, I’d be a happy girl.
Stage 1: First half-glass. Getting used to taste, much swilling around in glass and lip-smacking.
Stage 2: Finish first glass. Slight buzz threatening in area behind my ears.
Stage 3. Well into second glass. Laughter, giggling, enthusiastic silliness abounds. An excellent time to play Taboo.
Stage 4. Finish off second glass, am now suffused with inner glow. I’ve just become startlingly handsome in my own eyes.
Stage 5. Nurse third glass so as not to completely melt down. Pace self. Much wise-cracking. Flirt bemusedly with friends around table. Toss in many ice cubes to further the life expectancy of third glass.
Stage 6. Start to sip fourth glass. Giddiness slips away as I come to the realization that my mother hates me and my father has contempt for me. Barely suppressed tears. I blow my team’s chances of winning Taboo, furthering my misery.
Stage 7. I try to gain comfort from the kind comments of those around me, most of whom now resemble immense pink or brown aardvarks. I wonder if the wine is spiked with L.S.D. I polish off the fourth glass.
Stage 8. I switch to ice water and wipe the tears away. Flirting resumes cautiously with much introspection and consideration of motives. I fall asleep under the mini-van.
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I’m one of those “can’t tell he’s been drinking types”. I generally just get a bit more gregarious and talkative, I suppose. But since I’m gregarious, anyway, no one really notices. My Southern accent becomes more pronounced.
I feel the buzz after 2 drinks, and have had enough somewhere between 4 and 6. Anymore than that, and I’m riding the Beddy-Go-Round until I throw up or wish I had…
Wait a second - are you me?? I almost never drink when I go out because one drink gets me all drowsy. If I’m out to have a good time, I’d like to be awake for it. As a result, I’m a cheap date (right, swampy??) - I drink water, so you get me as I am.