Booze
Reminiscence about Vividcons past has led me to the conclusion that my definition of pretty much all levels of inebriation from tipsy to wasted is not the same as other people's. My scale is skewed. Or other people's scales are skewed. I think it might be the latter. I would ask people to describe to me what they think of as drunk--not so much the number of drinks it takes to get them there as the physical state they experience--but I reached a level of cynicism where I don't trust drunk people's self-perceptions. Viz, "It's only when I sit still that I get dizzy, if I'm standing or walking I'm okay," sorry to use you as an example, dear, but seriously, you do not stand or walk nearly as well as you seem to think you do when you're in that state. (I'm using you as a distraction to not talk about the particular drunken incident that set off my grumble tonight. I really am sorry!) Someone said something terrifying the other night about under what symptoms of drunkitude they still consider themselves safe to drive, and I have basically sworn off letting anyone, no matter how much more tolerance than me they think they have, drive me anywhere after having even just-one-drink, because clearly our scales of inebriation differ and I am done being trusting that people know their own limits, as we are obviously using "limit" differently. Also
davetheinverted, though a teetotaler, is also no longer allowed to be my designated driver because he is playing Gran Turismo 5 on the streets and if nothing else, I prefer my drinks to stay down. So we drink at home, or we take public transit, or we take taxi, or we take our feet, or I'm the designated driver who doesn't drink anything and is not pretending to be a guest star on Top Gear. (I save that impression for when I'm late for work.)
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*falls down in bed*
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My maternal grandfather's rule was that you never drink sitting down, because you'll think you're sober far longer than you are, and by the time you stand up it's too late. My rule is that if my lips get numb, it's time to switch to water until I can feel them again, and I have to have been able to feel them for an hour before I will drive. (It is rules like this that keep Keith Richards alive, people! I have heard that Keith has a rule: he will buy a certain amount of drugs for his bender, and when the drugs are gone, the drugs are gone. No buying more drugs until sobered up. Well, he's still alive.....)
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OMG this is so true. Alcohol tolerance really does vary based on the activities you are or aren't doing.
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Though I can level it up by having one drink a day a week before a party so I don't get hit as hard by the party.
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(Teetotalers: easily alarmed by people who think "unable to stand" means "still able to operate machinery"!) :D
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It is of course your right to not be driven by anyone you choose to not be driven by, and I would not dream of disputing that. That said, I (and the others who were in that car that evening) have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. My driving was no more abrupt or aggressive than it normally is (and was in fact unusually *less* so at that point).
If the level of inebriation you were at rendered you unusually sensitive to changes in velocity, a more useful response would have been to say something at the time so I could attempt to be even more gentle in my driving, rather than to publicly impugn my skill and judgment days later.
Dav2.718
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