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All that talk of beer...
...makes me crave for anecdotes of drunken stupidity.
To scare all the younglings into sobriety, of course.
A recent lesson: do not combine spacecake and booze. It made me sluggish, shivery and numb all over, and I somehow found it baffling that the world is three-dimensional.
To scare all the younglings into sobriety, of course.
A recent lesson: do not combine spacecake and booze. It made me sluggish, shivery and numb all over, and I somehow found it baffling that the world is three-dimensional.
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Which is still awfully tame, but chuckleworthy.
In the meantime, a few people here and there had on various occasions offered me beer, including I think one of my uncles, as well as my cousins when I was in Canada attending another cousin's wedding. The beer was bitter and meh.
Those cousins tried to get me more interested in alcoholic beverages, but getting the bartender to mix in some fruit flavor with the alcohol. It was now sweet, but still meh, and I found myself trying to finish the drink just to see if it would produce any interesting results. I never finished it, and it never did produce any interesting results, other than making my face feel a bit warmer. Presumably, my face also looked more red than usual. I felt no tipsiness, no drunkenness, no particular disinhibition.
Later, as a master's student, my classmates tried to get me to join in an after-class gathering and served me some vodka. It was very strongly alcoholic, rather tasteless, and meh.
Meh.
Edit: I think that was Grey Goose, by the way. Not that I particularly care to try other brands. Maybe I'd like something with less alcohol content. I think I just don't quite like the taste of ethanol, period.
So some friends and I decided to hold our New Years at the Botanic Gardens. We brought a trolley of goodies, which included food but was mostly booze. So we were all getting pissed up, right, and it begins raining. Really coming down. There's some tree cover, but we don't really care that much. I get pretty drenched, somehow. I don't remember.
Anyway, I end up getting a friend of mine wet. He goes after retribution and chases me down a hill. I slip harmlessly, but plummet down and my shirt gets all muddy. So I take it off as an improvised weapon while hoping to clean it in the rain. I successfully fight my friend into a short-lived truce, which I break by wetting him again by flinging by shirt, throwing water at him like a sprinkler/sling hybrid.
There's another chase down the hill and I slip again. I'm caked in mud now, from my face to my jeans. My friend considers this adequate retribution and we move back up to where the goodies are. So we're laughing and having a great time when
CRACK
And inches behind me, I feel a dull thud on the ground. A large branch had barely missed me, loosened by the storm. It was twice my arm's thickness and would've killed me were I a few steps back from where I was standing. What a way to die, eh? Half naked, covered in mud and heavily inebriated. Happily enough, my shirt ended up relatively clean by the end of the night and I returned home fully clothed.
There's also that time when, in my depression, I drunk enough pure vodka to vomit blood into a friend's carpet. There's no real story attached to that, though. I was just at a party and having a rough time, and there were lots of people there I really didn't want to talk to for various reasons, so I just drank myself into a stupor. Since then, I've never really felt the same way about straight spirits. A shame, as I used to be able to go shot after shot after shot.
> been drunk once
CHOOSE ONE
My best stupidity occurs sober.
That said, at a party I once dramatically held out my hand towards the refrigerator and shouted "Telekinesis!" Which awed someone into bringing me another drink from across the room.
But I've never touched a drop of alcohol or smoked anything or...done anything. XD
Uhh...I drank lots of chocolate syrup from the bottle once and got really hyper!
But even the smell of wine makes me too dizzy to stand so I dunno.
Just have something you can handle in trusted company. Perhaps you and Liszt could make a drinking game of a movie.
However, a few sips of wine apparently makes me tipsy