Disjointed Digression

Let me preface this�I don�t drink alcohol very often. Ask anyone who knows me; I just don�t. I�m not against it. I just don�t. I used to think that if I got drunk I�d bee one of those mean drunks. Turns out I�m not�

I got drunk on Sat night. Sitting in front of the computer, as usual. I�ve had a bottle of vodka for a few years and it was down to the last 1/5 of the bottle. For some reason, I decided that I was going to have a Screwdriver. I got the Orange Juice, the vodka, and had one� Maybe I didn�t put that much Vodka in the glass, because I could barely taste it.
�Damn,� I thought �that didn�t have any effect on me, I�ll have another.�
A little more vodka in the second screwdriver, hmm only enough left for one more after this one�
This second one was not what I thought it�d be. No hard slam of alcohol. Just Orange Juice with a funny after-taste. �Might as well make another� It thought and stood up. A little dizzy. Maybe I stood up too fast, yeah, that�s it. I made the third killing the last of the Smirnoff.
This third, and what I thought of as the last drink had a little under half vodka.
I drank it pretty quick, and decided that I�d have one of the cans of Shiner Bock. Since I�m not a big beer drinker, I figured that after the screwdrivers, the beer would not taste bad.
I shambled into the kitchen and got the Shiner. As of this writing, I have no idea IF I tasted the shiner or not, it was gone quick.
�Welll, Hell� I thought �Whys not ave nother beir?�
I swayed my way to the kitchen and got another.
Sidenote: The whole time I am getting drunk I�m chatting online with 2 friends
The second beer went like the first, and I debated a little on getting a third beer.
�Wat the fsck!� I thought �whhhy not, I�ms drunk alredy.�
I held onto the wall most of the way to the bathroom first, because beer seems to need back out of you as quick as it gets in.
Then wall hugged my way to the kitchen and got the third and final beer of the night.
As I sat swaying in my chair in front of the computer, laboriously trying to keep my thoughts coherent, I chatted with friends. My typing then was better than ever! Most of you who know me, will know that logically this has to be true, I can�t typo any worse so if I get drunk, it must get better. Thank God for spell check.
So, I got a little more goofy than normal and felt less inhibited. I don�t think I was �Roaring drunk� or �shitfaced�, rather I think I had gotten to �Overly-tipsy� or just plain �Buzzed�
I know most of you want to hear about the hang-over. Well, there wasn�t one. I stayed up so late that the buzz wore off, I had a headache then. The only side effect after sleep was a cotton mouth feeling, but I thought that might have more to do with the fact that I slept with the heater on.

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