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.)
*takes rantypants off*
*falls down in bed*
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