I'm Drunk

[Saucerman]

So, to recap Saturday night/this morning (I woke up still drunk):

5:30 pm, started in on the drinking.  4 shots of gin (or so, I was drinking it out of a turkey baster -- long story), six vodka and cranberries, and a pot brownie.  This was the pregame event. 

Since the girls I was staying with are part of the Women's Rugby team at my alma mater, and the Men's Rugby team was having an event, they felt obligated to go and I went along.  Here I had four glasses of heavy-vodka punch, then was handed a can of Keystone Light.  For those unfamiliar with this product, Keystone Light is to beer what the gutters of New Orleans the day after Mardi Gras are to the Mona Lisa.  This stuff is foul, but the beer of choice of college students because $10 gets you a thirty-rack. 

I would normally avoid Keystone Light like the plague it is, but I figured I was drunk enough to down it.  I was wrong.  I drank about half the can, passed it off, casually walked out to the Men's Rugby House porch, and chundered mightily over the rail, keeping both myself and the porch clean of vomit.  After which I went back in the house and had another couple cups of punch to wash my mouth out. 

After this, we went to the In-Between, one of the bars in Geneseo, and the only one which under-21s can get into (though they can't get alcohol), and danced, particularly me and Becky, the friend who'd invited me up.  Now, Becky is 6'0" tall, plays rugby, and has boobs the size of my head.  We danced until the IB closed for the night at around 2.

At this point, we go back to the Women's Rugby House, crack open a couple bottles of Red Cat wine, smoke some pot, and watch "Pinky and the Brain" until we'd all either passed out or wandered off to have rampant lesbian sex (there are quite a few lesbians on the Women's Rugby team, it turns out).

I stopped drinking and fell asleep about 4 am.  10.5 hours of drinking and partying. 

For those of you familiar with George MacDonald Frasier's "Flashman" novels: I was beastly drunk, at Rugby, surrounded by beautiful women.  Didn't get past first base, but there's always next time. 

[HappyGilmore]

Since the girls I was staying with are part of the Women's Rugby team at my alma mater, and the Men's Rugby team was having an event, they felt obligated to go and I went along.  Here I had four glasses of heavy-vodka punch, then was handed a can of Keystone Light.  For those unfamiliar with this product, Keystone Light is to beer what the gutters of New Orleans the day after Mardi Gras are to the Mona Lisa.  This stuff is foul, but the beer of choice of college students because $10 gets you a thirty-rack. 

Keystone Light is God-Awful.  I used to party with these guys and girls I worked with.  Some of them have since gotten fired, but they live around the corner from me.  They would buy Keystone, especially after they lost their jobs.  I downed one and wished I hadn't.  I've since learned that if I go over, I take my own alcohol. 

But then again, I like Budweiser and everyone says THAT"S terrible.  I highly disagree.

[Saucerman]

Keystone Light is God-Awful.  I used to party with these guys and girls I worked with.  Some of them have since gotten fired, but they live around the corner from me.  They would buy Keystone, especially after they lost their jobs.  I downed one and wished I hadn't.  I've since learned that if I go over, I take my own alcohol. 

But then again, I like Budweiser and everyone says THAT"S terrible.  I highly disagree.

It doesn't help me that I've developed a taste for imported beer (even though it costs more) and can barely stomach anything "less" than Sam Adams in terms of American beers. 

I think maybe I should just stick to liquor.

[HappyGilmore]

Keystone Light is God-Awful.  I used to party with these guys and girls I worked with.  Some of them have since gotten fired, but they live around the corner from me.  They would buy Keystone, especially after they lost their jobs.  I downed one and wished I hadn't.  I've since learned that if I go over, I take my own alcohol. 

But then again, I like Budweiser and everyone says THAT"S terrible.  I highly disagree.

It doesn't help me that I've developed a taste for imported beer (even though it costs more) and can barely stomach anything "less" than Sam Adams in terms of American beers. 

I think maybe I should just stick to liquor.

I can't drink liquor, really.  I'm a beer man.  Not even a beer man.  Me: Budweiser.  That's the only one I can stomach.  Michelob too.

Coors or Coors Light: If I have no other options.
Miller or Miller Light: Shoot, I'd rather have water or soda.  Last time I drank this, I threw up.
Heineken- tasted okay, just reminded me of sour water.
Rolling Rock: PALE F'n ALE.  Tasted horrendous, but it was cheap. 

If I drink anything harder, I can drink Vodka here and there.  But it depends on the brand and/or flavor.  I liked Smirnoff Orange Flavored and Vanilla Flavored.

Fortunately, I don't become an 'angry drunk' or anything.  In fact, the opposite.  Normally, I'm very bitter and angry at the world.  But in my drunken stupors, I become kinda happy and start getting chatty and making jokes.  I dunno.

[HappyGilmore]

Not drunk yet...but I'm about 2 beers into a ten pack.  Generally, I drink out of happiness, when I'm with friends.  But tonight...well, I'm killing loneliness.  No babe by my side, as I've now realized I'm two months away from 26 without so much as a date.  Sorry I'm not 6' tall and a model...but there is this one girl, but I dunno where we stand.  We're in this weird awkward stage.  Don't wanna really bring up how we feel cause we're friends, and don't wanna kill a good friendship.  But we're both single, both have had long nights of making out, but yet, 

you said you wouldn't tell!!   

Ha.  That cheered me up this morning when I read that. 

Was talking to that girl last night...I dunno.  Keeps asking me to hang out/go out.  But then seems to pull away.  First time I met her we were all over each other.  I'm assuming that's a good sign...but I dunno.  Again, I was a bit drunk last night too.

[Rev. Powell]

So, to recap Saturday night/this morning (I woke up still drunk):

5:30 pm, started in on the drinking.  4 shots of gin (or so, I was drinking it out of a turkey baster -- long story), six vodka and cranberries, and a pot brownie.  This was the pregame event. 

Since the girls I was staying with are part of the Women's Rugby team at my alma mater, and the Men's Rugby team was having an event, they felt obligated to go and I went along.  Here I had four glasses of heavy-vodka punch, then was handed a can of Keystone Light.  For those unfamiliar with this product, Keystone Light is to beer what the gutters of New Orleans the day after Mardi Gras are to the Mona Lisa.  This stuff is foul, but the beer of choice of college students because $10 gets you a thirty-rack. 

I would normally avoid Keystone Light like the plague it is, but I figured I was drunk enough to down it.  I was wrong.  I drank about half the can, passed it off, casually walked out to the Men's Rugby House porch, and chundered mightily over the rail, keeping both myself and the porch clean of vomit.  After which I went back in the house and had another couple cups of punch to wash my mouth out. 

After this, we went to the In-Between, one of the bars in Geneseo, and the only one which under-21s can get into (though they can't get alcohol), and danced, particularly me and Becky, the friend who'd invited me up.  Now, Becky is 6'0" tall, plays rugby, and has boobs the size of my head.  We danced until the IB closed for the night at around 2.

At this point, we go back to the Women's Rugby House, crack open a couple bottles of Red Cat wine, smoke some pot, and watch "Pinky and the Brain" until we'd all either passed out or wandered off to have rampant lesbian sex (there are quite a few lesbians on the Women's Rugby team, it turns out).

I stopped drinking and fell asleep about 4 am.  10.5 hours of drinking and partying. 

For those of you familiar with George MacDonald Frasier's "Flashman" novels: I was beastly drunk, at Rugby, surrounded by beautiful women.  Didn't get past first base, but there's always next time. 

Oh, to be young again.

[Jack]

Now, Becky is 6'0" tall, plays rugby, and has boobs the size of my head. 

Yeah, thanks for the pictures buddy 

[Saucerman]

Now, Becky is 6'0" tall, plays rugby, and has boobs the size of my head. 

Yeah, thanks for the pictures buddy 

They're with the pictures of Circus Circus' nurses from a couple months back. 

[Javakoala]

Well, as I am fond of saying, I am well into my cups. Not beastly drunk like Flashman in Tom Brown's School Days, but rough enough that I have conflicting emotions about many things. I think I shall pour another and finish compiling info on "Posed For Murder" for the review I have started. But I'm gonna find some images on the internet first so I don't have to run the disc through my computer.  God, when I get my new computer, it will do all of this nightmare with little effort. Just gotta get the credit card paid down first and let the after-Christmas ruckus find the leveling ground. Of course, all the cool new systems come out two months after the Christmas markdowns of the previous, slower models....

God love Canadian Mist as it is my new friend.  Inexpensive, tasty and potent...at least until my Irish genes find it lacking, then it is on to Jim Beam Black Label.....

[HappyGilmore]

Drinking here tonight, with a new game for the Wii: New Super Mario Bros. Wii.  If you have the Wii, check it out.  Nobody's around, as they got work tomorrow, and I'm off Tomorrow and Christmas.  Sad.  But we all got plans to meet up in the next few days and on New Year's.

God love Canadian Mist as it is my new friend.  Inexpensive, tasty and potent...at least until my Irish genes find it lacking, then it is on to Jim Beam Black Label.....

Good God, Canadian Mist.  Haven't heard anyone mention that since High School (which is about 7 years ago for me.)  The same person also drank Piel's, actually.

[SkullBat308]

Drinking one of my stocking stuffers!!!!! Tequila.

[Allhallowsday]

Montepulciano d'Abruzzo.  A bit... you believe me don't you?    

[Psycho Circus]

This is the last night I will ever drink alcohol. I'm on the 'ol advocaat.

Why, you ask? Because over the xmas period I drank myself sober. I had 1 bottle of Bailey's liqueur to myself, 1 bottle of Tia Maria liqueur to myself, 8 bottles of Carlsberg Export and 6 cans of Stella Artois. I did not even get tipsy. 

[Javakoala]

This is the last night I will ever drink alcohol. I'm on the 'ol advocaat.

Why, you ask? Because over the xmas period I drank myself sober. I had 1 bottle of Bailey's liqueur to myself, 1 bottle of Tia Maria liqueur to myself, 8 bottles of Carlsberg Export and 6 cans of Stella Artois. I did not even get tipsy. 

Who could get drunk of Stella anyhow?  It's fancy water.

[Javakoala]

So happy I get to chime in while utterly bombed out of my gourd.  I'm watching the original "Inglorious Bastards" which will be censored.

I love this movie.   It reminds me of the Clint Eastwood film "Firefox" where little people are willing to give their lives to make sure the greater evil does not become a reality.

I'm sure Quentin doesn't even come close to that.  But that is up next, when I'm ready to deal with a 2 and a half hour nightmare of his own butt-sniffing.