Lessons as a Lush

So, I finally went out to my "birthday dinner" with a couple friends. They tried to get me drunk.

I didn't get drunk, but I definitely got a little tipsy...I think.

I had (or should say, was forced to have) a large strawberry margarita, and then about half of a small watermelon margarita. I was trying to drink them as slowly as possible, mainly because I was concerned about the huge caloric cost of the drinks.

Eventually, I noticed that it became harder to think. For lack of a better explanation, my thoughts were on one side of my head, and when I tried to get to them, they moved to the other side of my head, and so on and so forth. So, to think of a sentence, I would have to move from one side of my brain to the other, like on a see-saw.

But the thing is, what they say about how you become more open and laugh more when you're a little tipsy, it was the opposite for me.

Maybe it had to do with the see-saw feeling. Say I wanted to say "Oh, yeah, I was just thinking about that." I would have to chase my thoughts in the middle of words, so that it came out like "Oh, yeah, I was j...ust thinking ab...out that." And I stared into space a lot. In effect, I became less garrulous, less smily-laughy, less outgoing, less fun, less social, less all-those-things-you're-supposed to be more of.

If I were to make a hypothesis as to the reason for this, what would I say? I would say that I like being in control of my mind and my thoughts, and having to chase them around is a demoralizing experience for me; hence, I become a lot more drab.

I would also say I'm somewhat of a lightweight. I don't know what the normal number of margaritas is to get someone inebriated, but I've definitely seen people drink more than that with no noticeable effects.

So let's recap:
-I can't drink much before I start to notice adverse effects.
-I become less fun and social and more insular when the effects occur.
-(Alcohol has a lot of calories.)
-I don't enjoy the experience of not being at total mental capacity.
-Alcohol and my bloodline doesn't mix well. (I didn't go over this, but rest assured, it's true.)

...Looks like I'll be the designated driver from now on.

(To be fair, I may not be inebriated at all. I'm writing this about 4 hours after the fact, and I don't think most tipsy people write an analysis of their being tipsy. But, then, I guess most people aren't me. Still, maybe the feelings I experienced were, in fact, self-induced, based on what I felt should have been my reactions. Oh, well. I most likely shan't be studying this anymore!)