I used to be a big drinker. I have a ton of Facebook pictures to prove it too. I also have white polos stained from red margarita mix to show that I was a big boozer.
But lately... not so much.
Last weekend, I went drinking with my boyfriend. I had a total of two vodka crans, and felt completely buzz and almost drunk. With two drinks. WTF.
I noticed this decline a few months ago. I went out to dinner with some friends. During dinner, I was drinking and I was fine. Most likely because of the food. But once we hit the bars, it was another story. I was slurring, not finishing drinks, taking forever to finish the ones I did finish, and by the end of the night I was schwasted.
And then the next day, I had the worst headache ever...
My liver hates me now. It doesn't let me me drink more than a few drinks before I feel like collapsing.
But seriously, Booze, I miss you. Lots. Don't get me too drunk with a few drinks. Remember when I used to drink bottles of you by myself? I miss those days too. But like really, I'm going to drink this weekend, and don't get me drunk to the point I end up making a fool of myself in front of my boyfriends' friends, OKAY?
Plus, I don't feel like changing my blog's name to: Is it too early for a kiddie cocktail?
16 June, 2011
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Sometimes I wonder about my liver. It has tolerant days and not-so tolerant days. It's getting on my nerves not being able to tell.
On top of that, now I have to worry about reaching that limit where I black out (and I don't know what this point is at all).
Fickle fickle alcohol.
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