Can I tell you a little secret about myself?
I have absolutely no tolerance for alcohol.
I can usually only have one glass of wine before I’m giggly and flush and ready for a nap and silly and totally flighty.
Dave and I went out for a rare evening date night this week and I went ahead and ordered myself a martini. There may or may not have been food dropped on the floor before I was half way done with the drink.
And don’t get me started on my ability to form complete words under these conditions.
For some reason, I look at this as a shortcoming.
I WANT TO BE ABLE TO DRINK MORE THAN ONE DRINK WITHOUT GETTING TIPSY!
Because, honestly, being tipsy is fun for me. Drunk? Not so much. I don’t like that feeling of losing control of my senses.
But you can give me tipsy any day of the week! Tipsy is fun! Tipsy is relaxing! Tipsy is slightly silly! Tipsy makes me a Mastah Wall Dansah!
See! Here’s not entirely staged photographic evidence*!
BEFORE
AFTER
*Yes…I had the idea to do a before/after shot for the blog. While the before shot is totally staged, the after shot is actually a candid. I was laughing nearly hysterically at the cat batting a sock around the floor. See! He’s there in the background…
IRISH CAR BOMB!!!
In your dreams!
Hee hee! If you like being tipsy, why not just enjoy the fact that one drink makes you that way? You have to do less than the rest of us to get there. LUCKY!
But I’m there earlier and leave earlier than everyone. No bueno!