| Apr132008 | I’m Like A Chocoholic But For Booze |
(Credit for the post title: The Onion Store. I am nothing if not unoriginal.)
Last Friday night was not the best night to guzzle alcohol.
That’s not to say it was bad, it was a very fun night. But the alcohol goddess was vengeful that night and I was all too easy seduced by her siren call. The frustrating part is that I obeyed the rules! I had a decent-sized dinner and I stuck to only one type of drink.
But like Diana says, Soju fucks you up. We were at our favorite Korean restaurant at a table of about 20. As per our tradition, we kept ordering these small teapots filled with “Soghurt” which is really just soju mixed with a peachy kind of yoghurt. Sounds disgusting but it goes down pretty sweet and you get a whiff of alcohol in the aftertaste. I spent the first half of the evening describing to the guy next to me how evil this drink is. You take the teapot and pour our shots so it’s a great social event and the first shot is always deceptively weak. You can take maybe four to seven shots and only start feeling a slight buzz.
After seven shots, I was in a good place and I was running my mouth to whoever would listen. And then the drinking games started and in short time, another seven shots were working their way down into my stomach.
Dinner ended and I was drunk enough to be tempted by the remaining alcohol in the teapots. I may have snuck in another two shots. Maybe. Sorry. Don’t tell my mother.
The gang wanted to kick on to a club. I had already planned to leave the group so I said my goodbyes and I took my drunk ass home. One of my favorite things about living in downtown Seattle is that I can do shit like this. I don’t like the anxiety associated with “am I ok to drive?” The walk back went surprisingly smooth, I was on auto-pilot so my subconscious navigated whilst my conscious brain focused on walking in a straight line and not looking like a too-easy target for a mugging. I have a feeling that it’s not possible to get mugged here and the biggest danger is the singing hobo that shakes a Starbucks cup full of change.
Home now and the room was spinning. Everything was spinning. I knew one place that wouldn’t spin though. For whatever reason, the bathroom floor is a very stable place. It’s not the most comfortable place but it represents stability to me. Cold hard tiles paired with porcelain things that you embrace like an old friend. My body set to work reversing the poisoning process I put myself through.
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