tl;dr version: thanks all. help me figure out how drunk I got this past saturday, though.
Thank you all for your concern and sentiments. I have to admit now, though, that I think I actually reached new level of drunk Saturday night, and I need you all to pick a number for it on a 1-11 scale. But, I have to back up:
I hid my breakup on Facebook because I didn’t want everyone to see a relationship change and then get a flood of comments. I’ve instead chosen to tell people one-by-one as related topics come up. As it turns out, a fairly significant number of women I’ve told so far have since told me that they have had long-time crushes on me, etc. I’ve been completely oblivious to all of this until now, which I gather is part of the attraction.
So, I decided to take my friend’s sister up on her offer and go visit with her over the weekend while her ex-husband had the kids. I thought talking to someone who had been there might help me work some issues out. Or at least figure out if they were my issues.
As soon as her 15-month old went to bed after dinner, she began plying me with beer. Over the course of about two hours, I had 4 cans of 5.3%ABV Negro modelo. And then she popped open a bottle of brut rose champagne and poured equal amounts into oversized goblets each which could have held the entire contents of the bottle.
After drinking half my champagne (25% of a whole bottle), I began feeling seasick. Not full on sea-sick, but the “oh, i can feel it coming on and I better not make sudden moves for a while” type of seasick.
I stopped drinking at that point and told her what was going on (“You better not get sick, I will be sooo pissed!!”) and she switched me to powerade and water. It took about an hour for that queasy feeling to go away.
So, my newbie drunk questions are:
- What’s that on a scale of 1-11? 1 is lightly intoxicated and 11 is blacked out.
- Could I have reasonably finished the rest of the champagne without puking?
- Is the trick to true drunkness to ignore that queasy feeling?
nota bene- I’ve discovered that I’m catnip to single moms and I need to be careful and not mess with their heads. Their job is hard enough as it is. Total time from “Hi, good to see you!” to “I love you…oh shit… forget I said that, please” was 7 hours.