December 21, 2004

• I am generally a happy, frisky, playful drunk, altho I do have bouts of drunken Irish moroseness... here's to happy intoxication for all monkeys as the year winds down.
• I have all different kinds of drunkenness. I am not one thing. Generally speaking I would rather smoke cannabis than drink alcohol. But in the absence of cannabis, I will drink beer, or maybe vodka & orange. Or gin & tonic.
• If you're not sure, take the survey. (Im a philosophical drunk apparently)
• Generally happy, given to ranting. Occasional fits of antisocial behavior, but the last one was over a decade ago.
• Not to be obnoxious, but could you please warn about media links in the future? Thanks. :)
• Happy. I'm happy right now.
• It wouldn't load for me. However, I'm made happy merely by the mention of drunken English teachers in Seoul. Cause those were the circumstances under which I did most of my recent drinkin'. And that was a lot of fun. Drinks and taxis cost a lot less there. Lots of fun. Except for the being really really far away from home part. Which makes for some poignant song request moments in ex-pat bars. . . Now I'm sober in Brooklyn. Guys in Washington Square Park keep trying to sell me "trees." I don't think this has anything to do with Christmas.
• Sorry, wo mu si Usually do, but forgot this time :(
• I have a few phases that I go through. Phase one, I get a little more talkative than usual. Phase two, I get loud. Phase three, like phases one and two except I will only talk to girls. In phase four I start ordering straight doubles of Jamesons and after realizing that talking to whatever girls are present isn't getting me anywhere I start making calls to any girls who's numbers happen to be in my phone's memory. I've only been to phase five once. Phase five is the booty call to the ex-girlfriend. Haven't done any heave drinking since.
• The quiz says I'm an emotional drunk. It's probably true, much to my shame. Luckily I learned that after two or three nights of sobbing my poor ickle heart out and know to stop drinking at the jovial stage.
• Last major binge ocurred about a week before I got married. Friends took me out for a night of drinks at a swanky bar that had been in business for decades. It was the last night before the bar was being shut down by new ownership, and all of the staff (many who had worked there since it had opened) were pissed. They were making the drinks strong that night. I had several martinis. And a plate of fried calamari. We decided that was not enough and headed down the street to an Irish pub, were we continued our drinking with shots of Jameson and pints of Guiness. After a loud drunken scene in front of the pub in which I stumbled upon the HR person from work, hugged her and proceeded to tell her how happy and drunk I was, my friends managed to get me into a cab and home to soon-to-be-bride. I was all smiles and stories when I got home, but soon found myself sleeping with my cheek against the toilet seat. I'm told I was there for the better part of six hours. That morning my fiance had to call work for me and let them know I would not be making it in. She of course talked to the HR person. I have been drunk since then, but not quite on that level. so, to answer your question...I get talkative, sloppy, and in love with the world, and then I vomit for hours.
• First, joints get loose, inhibitions disappear, everything around seems to get slick... that's the good phase. The few times I've gone past that, my hand-eye coordination (which I honed playing videogames during the 80's) dissappears, and then I become very self-conscious of that, and fight so I. Must. Remain. In. Control. Which is exactly what doesn't happen. Oh well.
• I am a very jolly drunk. All's right with the world, everything's funny, people are beautiful. Especially you, baby. No, you. The one with the long straight hair and freckles. Yeah, you. How you doin'?
• According to the quiz I'm a Chunder Monkey! Feel my Technicolor(tm) Yawn! I actually once threw up at a party at my apartment while a former Miss North Dakota sat on my roommate's lap in the living room. He would want me to throw in the lap thing. Generally, I'm a very happy drunk. Easily distracted by shiny things, and convinced that I am the funniest man in the room.
• I also become so convinced when drunk - although in my own defence I do a lot of drinking on the toilet.
• MCT is a terrible liar. I've seen him drunk, and he gets all weepy about how in high school the nice girls never liked him, and how he should have been a criminal mastermind bent on the destruction of Carl Jenkins, the high school quarterback how deflowered Delilah Johnson, MCT's first love. Then he throws up and starts in with the Feats of Strength. At that point, the evening is over.

• and challenge people to go mano a mano

  That's not a danger drunk, that's an asshat drunk. I get voluble. Then affectionate (in, I hasten to add, a non-grabby fashion). Then I get sleepy.
• That's not a danger drunk, that's an asshat drunk. Yup.
• heyyy. lemmy tell you a joke. Its fuckin funny. No, fuckface, its fuckin funny. Knock fuckin knock. Say Whoze there. Say 'whoze fuckin' there'?, fuck! Interuptin cow. Sayyy Interuptin cow, fuck. Moo! My dog can kick your asses dog fuck..! asshole.. I love you moneyjane...do you live nearby?
• I tend to get affable, then tired. If I keep drinking, I'll pass out. I used to get affable, then loud, then tired. Now I can rarely drink enough. I think it changed when I realized I could never drink lots of canned shitbeer again without puking.
• Now I can rarely drink enough I have the same problem. Why isn't my gullet more capacious? WHY?
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• talkative. really really talkative. and happy.
• THREE! FOUR!! *random sonic mayhem* *wanking soloistic flights of fancy* Whooo! Goddamn! Yeahhhh! Okay tirednow kthx bye *klunk*