Drunken state...when you just dont know what the heck you are doing. Your wobbling sometimes or you just start randomly do and say things that normally you wouldnt. Its fun to watch but never fun to be one of them "hey remember this?"...."errr..no!!!!"
Now here are the explanations for why these types of druken people happen to exist.
The lightweight: 2 heavy shots and Wow...look at them fly!
I actually honor these people. People might think i am joking but i like these people. They are VERY light on the wallet. In the time where there is an economic crisis and your not getting as much cash flow, these people are in my books awesome. 8$ later and u get a heavy buzz? Come on now. Though the only flaw with these guys is that the Heavy drinkers might yell out Wuss. (i know i would)
The Chillax Drunk: About 4 glass down (or any combination of shots) you are buzzing and thats that.
These people are weird. They are there neither not to do anything but neither to release their control. I suspect these people are legions of designated drivers that try to get their buzz pretty early and then just enjoy the after effect till its time to get home when its gone. I call these people slightly weak. Its VERY responsible for a person to drive and not to get caught and its very important. However these guys are just pretender. They dont want to be in the lightweight but they try their best not to get caught in the middleweight. They tend to go hide in the corner and just be there. You ever seen this lonesome single guy just be at the bar that dont know anyone? All his friends are drinking off at the other section of the bar because he doesnt want to get strapped down and drink off the bottle. Poor guy. (but yet again i'll be the one that would yell out WUSS!)
The Middleweight drinker: the fun people.
If you are here, you are fun to be with. You can probably last the entire 5hrs of drinking...get a heavy buzz and enjoy gradually the decent into the realm of Chaos. You start off as a well mannered person. Still have the tie on maybe. then slowly with each passing hour something of yourself starts to get messed up: maybe your hair, your tie is probably ruined, some spots on your shirt off a vodka/cran and by the end of the night...you pucker up your lips for the last shot.. You know what kind of picture that turns out to be..your lips are extended and your tongue is out there trying to lick that glass. Ah good times.
The TANK: The one that keeps on going.
You know these guys, the one that has taken probably 6 tequila shots, 8 JD, still sipping on his beer and shouting "MORE!!!! U MAGOT!!!!". These guys are probably dangerous. Its heavy on the wallet and you dont know when will that extra drink that will unleashed the mayhem. A tank is not immune to drunkenness. He/she just take a lot of hit before getting. HOWEVER, it will never end well if you get the correct combination to make him KO. Then of course it be fun to mock that person and tell tales on how it was done. (oh god i dont know how many times i've told my cobra stories)
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