Alcohol

Rum to relax.  Vodka for a good time.  Tequila to forget it ever happened.

The last time I had tequila (Halloween '08), I woke up in my bed fully dressed and the world was still spinning. My stomach still clenches at the thought of Cuervo or Patron.

I'm a talkative drunk.  Very talkative.  And a little clingy. I've never been drunk enough to not keep myself in check, except that fateful Halloween, but there's a first time for everything.

I think it's very interesting how differently people react to alcohol, and to different liquors.  I wish I could do a study on that.  Take five individuals who were content with their current lot in life and record their reactions and behaviours through various levels of inebriation.  Track 'em from tipsy to trashed.  That's my kind of science.  I love me some statistics.

Tomorrow night I'm being treated to a farewell dinner by my coworkers.  We'll be dining at a Mexican restaurant, and odds are  20 to 1 Mr Cuervo will be present....  I hope the waitstaff have been warned, cause we gon' tear the roof off that biatch!