So this happened. Friday night I was dipping into my wife’s hoard of Dragon’s Milk and watching the movie Kick Ass. I was having a great time – the beer was delicious and the movie was fun for what it was. It had been a CRAZY week, so kicking back with a good beer was a real pleasure. Actually, it was so much fun, I decided to crack open another bomber. What could possibly go wrong?
Well, as you can tell by the title, *that* can go wrong. Sometime during that second 22 ounces of Dragon’s Milk I got kinda hammered. I think the alcohol plus a long week with little sleep conspired with an oncoming cold to make me far more drunk than I had anticipated. This wasn’t my goal; I was in it for the flavor and pleasure of the moment, not to get dizzy.
But dizzy I got. By the time I caught on to what was happening, it was too late. I suddenly realized that I didn’t feel quite right, and I got up from my chair and the room swayed a bit. Oh crap, I thought, I’m accidentally drunk!
I managed to keep it together and clean up my glassware and tidy my viewing area before heading off to bed, so I guess I wasn’t that bad off. Still, I paid for it in the morning, as I had a hangover that lasted until I took a medically necessary nap on Saturday afternoon. That plus a couple of Victory Prima Pils put me on the path to a full recovery.
I think I was in just the right frame of mind to make a bad decision after that first bottle. I was feeling good but not drunk by any means, but it’s pretty clear now that my decision making capabilities were obviously impaired. If I was a little less tipsy the second bottle wouldn’t have been a mistake; a little more tipsy and I would have switched to water, as getting hammered wasn’t on the agenda. But, alas, I was in the sweet spot of stupidity.
It’s been awhile since this has happened to me. But I guess it shows that you’re never too old to be an Idiot.