How much do you drink?
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I hate being drunk. The idea of my brain lagging doesn't appeal to me. I only get smashed when there's something to celebrate, and I'm at a friend's place who I can absolutely trust (ie, no shaved eyebrows). This usually only happens on average once a year.
Well, my drinking habits are quite varying. Sometimes I go for months without drinking. Sometimes I participate in bar crawl and get totaly wasted by drinking something around 20 glasses.
I usualy perfer either social drinking with friends, be that out or at home, or some light sipping by myself at home. In fact, I'm currently spoiling myself with a bit of whisky.
I've never gotten used to drinking bear, so I don't. Propably never will, except to try out some new brands on rare occations. One has to keep his mind open
I usualy perfer either social drinking with friends, be that out or at home, or some light sipping by myself at home. In fact, I'm currently spoiling myself with a bit of whisky.
I've never gotten used to drinking bear, so I don't. Propably never will, except to try out some new brands on rare occations. One has to keep his mind open
I drink cider and currently have a nice can tower of just under 50 cans to the left of my laptop. However i have never been drunk and nor do i intend to get drunk any time soon.
I drink because i enjoy the taste and i find that a pint after several hours excersise or to celebrate exams can be exactly the sort of thing to relax with. Or in the evenings after a long day but all things in moderation.
I drink because i enjoy the taste and i find that a pint after several hours excersise or to celebrate exams can be exactly the sort of thing to relax with. Or in the evenings after a long day but all things in moderation.
I used to drink only a little, save for parties etc. But now I work at a bar were I get free beer. Usually only 1 or 2 in an 8 hour shift, but I guess it is a lot compared to most people. Who can say that their job involves them having 2 beers a day, 6 days a week?
Ye gods, I used to get hammered when I was younger - I'd easily make it through two 2 litre bottles of cider a night. It got to the point where I once woke up, hungover and covered in something unmentionable, and realised that I couldn't remember whether I'd gone out the previous night (obviously I had, but I couldn't recall where, who with, when I'd started drinking, etc.).
That was the point I stopped getting drunk. I actually managed to learn the point when it's a good idea to stop - where you've had enough to enjoy it, but not get a hangover the next morning (about two or three pints for me). Only ever getting the stomach, vomiting hangovers, as opposed to the headache ones that you can take medicine for, helped with this a lot. The amount of times I've had to take a newspaper and a blanket into the toilet, literally camping out for hours at a time, mean that I HATE anyone who can drink and then sleep it off with only a headache.
Or at least I would if I still drank often, drinking just doesn't interest me any more.
Over the past year I've had less than ten drinks. This year it's been a little more, because my stomach is a lot better (last year I was in hospital with my stomach), so I've been having a small glass of wine, or a Taboo and lemonade every night or two.
Purely to finish the drinks off, of course.
I don't get the "I've had such a great night, I can hardly remember any of it!" mentality - why is a good night one that you can't remember? How is throwing your guts up a sign of a good time?
Those police programs (not nearly as sensationalist as the U.S. ones tend to be, that ex cop with the white hair and orange tan needs a bloody good smack and his voicebox surgically removing) that show clips of drunk lads drive me nuts.
You know the ones, where one bloke thinks he's really hard and that punching some random passer-by whilst swaying and wetting himself shows off his masculinity. I've an ex (yes, that one) who went out with friends who thought that attacking bouncers and getting barred from every pub in the area was a good thing! I always wondered how they managed to get drunk if they weren't allowed in anywhere.
And now for the final part of my tirade, the person I went out with used to get blitzed. Quite literally out of his tree. Out of an entire forest come to think of it.
When we first started seeing each other, I'd get a call at 4am with him slurring so much that I couldn't understand a thing. Then he'd frighten the hell out of me by proclaiming that someone was following him, and he didn't know where he was. Then he'd hang up. He'd reappear an hour later, with no idea how he'd got home, and get into bed with his clothes, shoes and coat on! It's no fun undressing a piss-head.
It became quite entertaining sometimes, when he'd suddenly jump out of bed after a couple of hours of sleeping, tear the covers off and proclaim that there was a pizza in the bed and he wanted the plate!
He's also broken two doors down because the house was on fire (it wasn't, he was drunk-sleepwalking).
My favourite was when he woke me up, telling me that he'd rearranged my bedside cabinet. He said that the "small" parts were in the top drawer, the "big" parts in the middle, and he'd put the rest of the car in the bottom drawer. A feckin' car...
That was the point I stopped getting drunk. I actually managed to learn the point when it's a good idea to stop - where you've had enough to enjoy it, but not get a hangover the next morning (about two or three pints for me). Only ever getting the stomach, vomiting hangovers, as opposed to the headache ones that you can take medicine for, helped with this a lot. The amount of times I've had to take a newspaper and a blanket into the toilet, literally camping out for hours at a time, mean that I HATE anyone who can drink and then sleep it off with only a headache.
Or at least I would if I still drank often, drinking just doesn't interest me any more.
Over the past year I've had less than ten drinks. This year it's been a little more, because my stomach is a lot better (last year I was in hospital with my stomach), so I've been having a small glass of wine, or a Taboo and lemonade every night or two.
Purely to finish the drinks off, of course.
I don't get the "I've had such a great night, I can hardly remember any of it!" mentality - why is a good night one that you can't remember? How is throwing your guts up a sign of a good time?
Those police programs (not nearly as sensationalist as the U.S. ones tend to be, that ex cop with the white hair and orange tan needs a bloody good smack and his voicebox surgically removing) that show clips of drunk lads drive me nuts.
You know the ones, where one bloke thinks he's really hard and that punching some random passer-by whilst swaying and wetting himself shows off his masculinity. I've an ex (yes, that one) who went out with friends who thought that attacking bouncers and getting barred from every pub in the area was a good thing! I always wondered how they managed to get drunk if they weren't allowed in anywhere.
And now for the final part of my tirade, the person I went out with used to get blitzed. Quite literally out of his tree. Out of an entire forest come to think of it.
When we first started seeing each other, I'd get a call at 4am with him slurring so much that I couldn't understand a thing. Then he'd frighten the hell out of me by proclaiming that someone was following him, and he didn't know where he was. Then he'd hang up. He'd reappear an hour later, with no idea how he'd got home, and get into bed with his clothes, shoes and coat on! It's no fun undressing a piss-head.
It became quite entertaining sometimes, when he'd suddenly jump out of bed after a couple of hours of sleeping, tear the covers off and proclaim that there was a pizza in the bed and he wanted the plate!
He's also broken two doors down because the house was on fire (it wasn't, he was drunk-sleepwalking).
My favourite was when he woke me up, telling me that he'd rearranged my bedside cabinet. He said that the "small" parts were in the top drawer, the "big" parts in the middle, and he'd put the rest of the car in the bottom drawer. A feckin' car...
Probably, I remember after dropping two friends home (I was deso) and heading back to the pubs to get another three (we couldn't fit in one trip). A random 14-5 year old girl ran out onto the road and flagged me down. I figure one of her friends must be passed out or ODing or something. She then asks (through a slightly lowered window) "can you drive me and my friends to McDonalds (annoying giggle)". I look and see a another girl and two emo boys emerge from the bushes.Wouldukindly said:
No words, I gunned it out of there leaving them in a trail of dust.
The McDonalds used to be (and probably still is) surrounded by underagers drinking "goon" (cask wine) on the lawns nearby and walking through the drive through at 2am on a Saturday. Because we were in a car we got to drive through them honking, cars were given preference, even though our orderer was shirtless, wearing a colonial pith helmet and hanging out of the sun roof as we blared Louis XIV.
Never ever vomited from a hangover, but I have lost control of my bowels for 24 hours after a really really bad night. Walked around afraid at that any moment I would have to go running to a toilet.Blue Sonnet said:
