As a general rule of thumb, a six-pack of 0.5l cans of swill gets me to my louder philosophic mode. Spirits are harder to measure.
Last night I actually, finally got around to making the beer tasting trip to the pub I wanted to make
last Monday, but couldn't because ha ha fuck you. Surprising number of people there for a Tuesday night, but still not loud and crowded, so it worked. Got to talk to a few interesting sorts, such as a Polish bartender (customer), her beau the crosseyed lisping Norwegian Trump enthusiast, a man "from Eritrea" who was born in Norway and grew up in England, and one terribly drunk/possibly junked lady who tried to order drinks while blasting contemporary hip-hop into her ear via her phone's speaker (she later calmed down a little bit and decided to Facetime her lovey-dovey on an iPad at one of the tables, while repeatedly trying to rest her feet on said table and repeatedly failing). She was actually quite pleasant and happy, and had to stop in the middle of the room at one point in order to turn to the bartender and say "you're just,
so nice! Thank you!" for no reason.
Had some interesting beers, nothing earth-shattering, but definitely interesting. Couple quite tasty ones in there. Also got to gabble with the bartender again, so that was nice. Of course, sampling 3-4 stouts at 10-11% and rounding out with a couple lighter beers in the 6-7% range, I was a wee bit tipsy when I bid adieu and set out for home.
Then I got home and, well, everything's shit again. But that's somewhat to be expected.
Ah yeah, the Andosynth... Gah. Went before their time and before any chance of meeting them.
Aye though. I don't disagree. What you're drinking, how you're drinking, what you've eaten before drinking... There is a lot of factors. Wish there was a control or something that could be used here...
I have some not-entirely-fond memories of an old forum I used to frequent before discovering DF and Bay12, where one of the primary forumites was what I referred to as an "Alcatholic", due to his interesting combination of having a lifetime goal measured in blood-alcohol along with a fervent belief in the Catholic church and its teachings (which he also believed he was actually following). Charming fellow.
He recounted one instance where he'd been to a party (and been deeply disappointed in his fellow partygoers ability to "Crank Dat" [yes, these were the glory days of Soulja Boy]), been a good samaritan who has the decency to induce vomiting before things get too bad, and then felt a slight pang of panic when passing a cop car on his drive home directly after the party.
Upon reaching his house, he immediately hopped onto the computer to tell us all of this in a finely-worded post, as well as mention that he'd checked his BAC reference card (which he apparently carries with him, a good sign), and had the drinks-to-bodyweight formula inform him that he was dead.
"BIUT TCKFIT", were his parting words to us, as he presumably shambled off to bed.
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