What Are You Like When You're Drunk?
<div class="IPBDescription">Tipsy? Happy? Angry? woo?</div> Well for me, its kind of hard to describe, really. Its like there is a golden moment between the time of where you can still rationally think and suddenly lose memory of what happens thence. From my many recollections and the accounts of many a friend and fo, I am extremely loving. I will tell how beautiful and exquisite the resonance of a person's (friend or stranger) voice sounds; or how beautiful they truly are; there are even times when I'll say strange things, which isn't the unusual in this case.
Besides the accommodation of the usual antics following a tetra amount of bottles or whatnot, the capricious qualities inside me produce what I have mentioned above.
Whatever the hell, as long as I don't freeking drive.
So, how about you?
Besides the accommodation of the usual antics following a tetra amount of bottles or whatnot, the capricious qualities inside me produce what I have mentioned above.
Whatever the hell, as long as I don't freeking drive.
So, how about you?
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Oh, yeah, my typing gets even more messed up than usual even though it doesn't show due to proof reading and correction.
but when i'm <i>drunk</i>, as i saw again last night, i become just plain <i>blunt</i>. i went crazy hitting on about every girl at the party..
but i also get sleepy.
so thankfully, last night, when i was about to hook up with this young girl of... <i>questionable</i> disease-free-ness, i fell asleep. so it was like "hey, we should go in the back, and... ZzZzzZz"
and i've discovered i can't type worth a schnit.
so it's inability to type:<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->jkjagermiesters is danegeorus
odn't eEVEr forol around with alcohoel<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
blunt come-ons:<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->hahha, i love you gasdsuzorko <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
and sleepiness.
It's the opposite for me. I type better when I'm drunk <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif' /><!--endemo-->
EDIT: Almost proved it. Typo.
Yea, I could imagine fifty red highlights all over word processor. Must be a pain in the arse, eh?
<!--QuoteBegin-Zig+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Zig)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->hahha, i love you gasdsuzorko<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
LMFAO, I could so imagine that Zig...For me it would be like, "you're such a cool chic<i>ken</i>!!!"
<b>"YOU MUST DONCE!"</b>
I think they have a medical term for it, "Disco Fever." <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
I act completely normal and think the same.
Well, except for the fact I haven't actually been 'drunk' yet...well, I guess I can't describe what I'd be like yet...although those 2 beers were my first ever so...yea, if I didn't weight so much then maybe they'd have an effect.
And I start talking crap but who doesn't?
o_o
yeah, that's about it.
I've been a sad drunk, where I was just really quiet and I didn't want to do anything other than sit around and drink...
I've been a happy drunk, where I was just kinda quiet and basked in the glow... and another kind of happy drunk where I got all giggly and "cute", according to my friends >.>
If I'm out to a club and drinking typical brew with friends, I mostly stay the same as I am when sober but I donce a bit more freely.
If I'm at a club, drinking vodka (my alcohol of choice), and am with mainly cute and single female company, I get very flirtatious, donce a lot, and spend a <i>lot</i> money on drinks for the ladies.
Again, situation at the club. If I either went with a chicky I like (or met up with her there), I can sometimes get very moody either way. I'm either all over her or out sitting by myself on the deck. Doesn't matter what I'm drinking, but I'll be drinking something. I'm fine if sober.
House parties are totally different. If I don't know everyone there, I can drink <i>anything</i> and not get drunk. It's weird - I'll get a very mild buzz, at best.
However, if I already know everyone there, I get utterly smashed on an embarrassing number of drinks. Seriously! I can be mixing my first drink, and I'll be pouring with a steady hand at first but will be sloshing it all over the table by the time I put the bottle down to get the mix.
Wow, I never put any of this into words before. Seems I'm a messed up kinda guy. Maybe I just need a drink. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
So... I'm drunk right now, what am I like? Hrrhrrr...
i was off me face,, but i could still rememebr what was going on, though i did forget how the hell i got into the toilet but anyways
i found i enjoyed tv more, was more funny,,, and hugged and talked more.. also i sorta flirted with my x-bf best friend.. was more outgoing and talkative.
also i threw up and hallucinated.. so yeh,, i dont wana get drunk again.. ever.. no point.. had more fun sober..
If with friends, I donce... In fact, it's the only time I can donce. If I'm not at least slightly drunk I'm just far too self-conscious.
Got to admit though, some great ideas come about when drunk...
For example...
Everyone has a car, but what happens when it's all snowed out? You cant drive anywhere.
Heres the solution. You get a flat piece of metal, attach it to the bumper of your car on a slant. BANG! No more snow in your way! I call it, the De-Snoweriser!
Or...
Everyone has clothes, but what happens if you need to get to a party or some formal dinner and it's full of creases?
Heres the solution. You get a flat piece of metal, heat it up, but not too hot. Put some handles on it so you dont burn yourself, and you flatten out your clothes with it! I call it, the De-Wrinkeliser!
AH! ANOTHER IDEA! You get a flat piece of metal...
<!--QuoteBegin-.:|AMAS|:. kyliegirl+Feb 15 2004, 02:35 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (.:|AMAS|:. kyliegirl @ Feb 15 2004, 02:35 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->... though i did forget how the hell i got into the toilet but anyways ...<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Oi, that reminds me of a story. This is the kind of story that I can't really be sure that everything they say happened actually happened because I was after imbibing a few too many drinks, so all I know of my actions is what people told me the next day. It could be all true, but I have no way of knowing for sure.
Anyhow, I was downtown with a few friends. In walks a crowd of femmes, some of whom I know pretty well, and one of whom I was absolutely fascinated with at the time. I'm after having a few drinks, so I make my move (which I probably wouldn't have the guts to do sober <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->). Alas, got the dreaded negative response.
As I mentioned a few messages above, I sometimes get moody. Well, I got <i>really</i> moody after that. My friend Rob decided, in his own inebriated state, that the best way to cheer me up is to buy me a shooter. "Sure", I say to him. I'm not much a fan of shooters, but I figured this'd just be a quick shot of something or other and then it's done.
Turns out that the "shot" he buys me is called a "death wish", and it's actually three shots. Whisky, vodka, and rum. You shoot all three in quick sequence. And me, already being a bit in the bag, stupidly goes back for a second round during that period when the first shot has my brain turned to mush.
This is the point where I blacked out. I can remember bits and pieces, but my only knowledge of the events of that night are what's been told to me. The parts I vaguely remember are (1) being outside the club, very unwell, and the bouncer (who I'm good friends with) strongly suggesting to my friend that I not be allowed to have anything else tonight, and (2) the cab ride home with my head hanging out the window (more for the fresh air than for the freedom of being able to make a deposit anywhere). My knowledge of everything else from that period of time is based entirely on the stories that were told to me over the following few days.
Anyhow, back to what I remember by myself. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Next thing I remember is regaining consciousness the next morning at my friend's place, seeing my friend as his father lifting a toilet out the side door of the house. "That's weird", I thought, so I go ask what they're doing.
Turns out I became violently ill upon returning to the house, and somehow that potent mixture of alcohol in my stomach was viscous enough to somehow scour a seal off the innards of the toilet. "Can't replace the seal", they said. Had to get the whole thing replaced.
Fortunately, my friend's dad is incredibly well-off financially, and that bathroom was about to be re-done anyways, so he didn't ask me to pay for it. I insisted, but he still said no. And also luckily, he's a really cool guy. He was laughing at the story a lot more than anyone else I know.
That was the first, and last, time I ever drank to excess. I was still very sick for the day after, and found out later that it was a severe hangover most likely due to (at least) mild alcohol poisoning. Very uncool. When I was told that, it scared the hell out of me.
Quite simply, the moral of this story is never to drink more than you know you can handle. I knew that first shot was bad news, so obviously the second one was what put me well over the brink. Apparently I even kept drinking after the shots, but couldn't remember any of it.
Nowadays, I'll usually maintain a buzz. For parties, I'll probably get a mild drunk. But since that night, I've never even come close to drinking <i>half</i> as much as I drank then.
If with friends, I donce... In fact, it's the only time I can donce. If I'm not at least slightly drunk I'm just far too self-conscious.
Got to admit though, some great ideas come about when drunk...
For example...
Everyone has a car, but what happens when it's all snowed out? You cant drive anywhere.
Heres the solution. You get a flat piece of metal, attach it to the bumper of your car on a slant. BANG! No more snow in your way! I call it, the De-Snoweriser!
Or...
Everyone has clothes, but what happens if you need to get to a party or some formal dinner and it's full of creases?
Heres the solution. You get a flat piece of metal, heat it up, but not too hot. Put some handles on it so you dont burn yourself, and you flatten out your clothes with it! I call it, the De-Wrinkeliser!
AH! ANOTHER IDEA! You get a flat piece of metal... <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
you got that from the show becker!!!
the first one is called a snow plow, the second one, an iron <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
- i should also rephrase i dunno how i got in the toilet, meaning in the toilet room.. not the actual toilet hehe.. i know i was in there cus i felt like throwing up.. but i threw up 3 times on the porch.. heh .. typical..
Or just a little, but don't tell my parents <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif' /><!--endemo--> Just the usual don't know what you're doing and are unconcious of what you're saying, laughing for absolutely no reason and eventually ending throwing up wherever or on whoever (usually myself)
I huh don't like being drunk.
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The few times I've been drunk have been the same as for him, I don't seem to change much except that I get ehm... thoughful.. I speak normally and stuff, then suddenly start pondering what some word actually means (like the friday a 9 days ago, In one rock concert I was just chatting there with my girlfriend and this guy in an armorplate was sitting there in front of us, and I suddenly started to wonder what the finnish word equivalent to "armorplate" actually means and how funny it sounds like and stuff) so Im just like... peaceful and nice but very "scientific" in a meaning.. But also I get more courage, seeing as I had my first kiss in a small state of "happiness" from some shots of liqeur. (Happened with the same girl who I still am together with <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->).