Beer, Wine, & Spirits

[GypsyLyric]

Square poopers...

[Nev]

Just as a brief confirmation of my shitty, shitty tolerance, I just had one glass of wine and a margarita with tapas. I had to be escorted home by the elbow to keep from falling flat on my mouth. The manager of the place even made me sit down and have a glass of water before leaving because apparently I'm looking kinda fucked up right now. Whoo.

[GypsyLyric]

HA! Oh... I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. ._.

I can't say I've ever had to be escorted, at least not quite like that. Then again, I've got a head like a coconut, maybe my friends figure a couple of icy steps wont hurt me. :/

[Nev]

I was really just wobbly. But when you're a touch wobbly on 5 inch heels, it's nice to have someone hold you steady.

[MuchachoNL]

Wobbly on 5 inch heels looks like your completely smashed to an outsider.

I had some surgery done to my eye at age 4 and 5, (i was cross eyed) and the scartissue makes one eye more closed than the other.
When I've had a few drinks, I go into a naturally relaxed state which closes my eyes a bit further.
They always think I'm shitfaced, because I also slur my words a bit after two beers.
But from my side, I'm just as sober as I would be without beer, I just have more trouble speaking
Still very clear minded, but it's fun to take a bit of advantage out of the fact that they think I'm shitfaced.

Last time I feigned passing out, and played possum when they were testing me for being out cold or not.
As soon as the marker came close to chalk me up, I opened my eyes wide and shouted "Don't piss yourselves!"
They were quite drunk so they fell backwards and one actually peed himself.

Priceless

[GypsyLyric]

I really can't say I have any of those problems, I walk in steel toed boots and the only time I get lazy eyed is when I'm super baked. None happen very often though, for I never seem to leave the house, and the only person who smokes me out is my previous roommate (who still comes by to visit sometimes).

I remember the first time I got drunk, like actually drunk. I must have been about 14ish, and my mother and her (now ex) husband and some friends threw a bonfire out in the middle of nowhere. We had fun, we had BBQ and fry bread, and told stories and I got to play with the other kids. There was quite a few of us, maybe a little more than ten people, plus the kids, but while the younger kids had a bed time the rest of the "older children" (teenagers) were allowed to stay up. I got into the homemade schnapps (best apple pie I have ever had). I must have had anywhere about 8 shots total, and I still remember every little detail of that evening.