about last night
Feb. 29th, 2004 09:39 amOkay.
ultraken came over and we went out for dinner, as we habitually do on the weekend. We came back here and at some point I decided to do an AI demo for him because we were talking about my methods.
Then he and
prickvixen started talking about alcohol. And it seems to have been one of Ashy's get-slightly-buzzed nights. And I decided to see if I could do my Illustrator thing while getting seriously drunk. For the first time ever. Yeah, somewhere past thirty and I've never been more than slightly buzzed.
So Ashy mixed me a Slinky Black Dragon (Goldschlagger + Kahlua + Scotch) which I drank as I worked on the Boris and Natasha scribble. And when that was downed, there was a Diet Coke-and-Kaluha.
And then there was a second DC-n-K. The Boris and Natasha got finished (though I neglected to soften the black and white, and also forgot Boris' ear - I might do a revision to fix that) and I started in on Illustratoring a more complex piece, now that I was definitely in the drunk zone. I didn't get very far before Ashy decreed that it was time to go to In-N-Out so she could get a horrible burger.

Not bad, given that I was on my way out of it, but not good.
And then we came back and I don't think the cool air and the walk had cleared my head at all; I had impaired balance and was giggly and dizzy and a little amorous. I've always wondered what kind of drunk I was, and now I know; I'm a happy drunk. I suspect this might not have been the case a year or two ago, but I'll never know.
And now that I know, I will probably attain this state once or twice a year, if at all. It was kinda fun, but the parts where my body reminded me that, hey, this stuff is not good and maybe I should puke it up, were not. Like when I went to swig the last of my second DC-n-K and got a mouthful of mostly-alcohol dregs; I came close to vomiting, I think. And I could feel myself just kinda getting stupid, and that's really not a pleasant sensation.
It might be more fun if I was around a bunch of people who I might want to fuck once my inhibitions were down, but honestly, I really suspect there are far better highs to be had, without the side-effect of getting stupid. Not that I plan to run out and start experimenting.
I didn't take any counter-hangover measures, and I have a bit of a headache now, the next morning. But not the sort of thing that deserves ten paragraphs of expressive writing about 'ohhhh gods my heeeaaadddd'. Just a 'I should get some water in me' headache.
I still don't really like the taste of alcohol, either.
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So Ashy mixed me a Slinky Black Dragon (Goldschlagger + Kahlua + Scotch) which I drank as I worked on the Boris and Natasha scribble. And when that was downed, there was a Diet Coke-and-Kaluha.
And then there was a second DC-n-K. The Boris and Natasha got finished (though I neglected to soften the black and white, and also forgot Boris' ear - I might do a revision to fix that) and I started in on Illustratoring a more complex piece, now that I was definitely in the drunk zone. I didn't get very far before Ashy decreed that it was time to go to In-N-Out so she could get a horrible burger.

Not bad, given that I was on my way out of it, but not good.
And then we came back and I don't think the cool air and the walk had cleared my head at all; I had impaired balance and was giggly and dizzy and a little amorous. I've always wondered what kind of drunk I was, and now I know; I'm a happy drunk. I suspect this might not have been the case a year or two ago, but I'll never know.
And now that I know, I will probably attain this state once or twice a year, if at all. It was kinda fun, but the parts where my body reminded me that, hey, this stuff is not good and maybe I should puke it up, were not. Like when I went to swig the last of my second DC-n-K and got a mouthful of mostly-alcohol dregs; I came close to vomiting, I think. And I could feel myself just kinda getting stupid, and that's really not a pleasant sensation.
It might be more fun if I was around a bunch of people who I might want to fuck once my inhibitions were down, but honestly, I really suspect there are far better highs to be had, without the side-effect of getting stupid. Not that I plan to run out and start experimenting.
I didn't take any counter-hangover measures, and I have a bit of a headache now, the next morning. But not the sort of thing that deserves ten paragraphs of expressive writing about 'ohhhh gods my heeeaaadddd'. Just a 'I should get some water in me' headache.
I still don't really like the taste of alcohol, either.
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Date: 2004-02-29 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-29 02:16 pm (UTC).75 4oz Kahlua
.75 4oz peppermint schnapps
.75 oz scotch
(I presume that this means 3oz K, 3oz PS, 3/4oz s.)
Slinky Black Dragon:
As above, using cinnamon schnapps, or Goldschlagger, instead of the peppermint. 'Cause it's the Peggy remix, and Peggy is slinky anc cinnamonny.
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Date: 2004-02-29 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-02-29 02:37 pm (UTC)Of course, I'm half Irish, that could have something to do with it too.
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Date: 2004-03-01 05:27 pm (UTC)Now you've got me dreaming about a "Sweet Leilani"....mmmm. And I am practically a total teetotaller these days.