So last night was the senior week trip to Jake Ivory's, a piano bar in Boston. Early in the night I had an amaretto sour and a midouri sour, and they didn't affect me at all; later in the night I had a kamikaze, which got me a bit... silly... and then a tequilla sunrise. Which got me drunk off my ass. I don't think I've ever been that trashed before--but I was with friends I trusted to get me home safely, and they did, so it wasn't such a problem. I wasn't drunk to the point of being ill and have no hangover; and, as I tried to explain last night, it was the
weirdest drunk I've ever been.
Generally speaking, the first thing that happens is that I get dizzy, at which point I stop drinking because whatever I've had will catch up to me. After the dizziness, I lose my balance, find everything funny, and tell everyone within ear shot that I love them, and my thoughts get... incoherent. Last night, the only thing that happened was loss of balance, and even that wasn't very bad, and there was no diziness with it. I just couldn't stop
talking. I have no idea what I was talking about for the most part, but I do recall that I didn't shut up for something like a hour straight, so that must have been special.
The trip was a lot of fun, though. Mod 10 hung out and danced. Dan, obviously, joined us for much of the night. The drinks were good, if expensive. The band was a bit over the top (I'm sorry, but Eminem doesn't really work on the piano) but was also very good and I enjoyed the whole thing a lot.
Today... should be spent packing. But probably won't be. Aha.