For those of you who know anything about me, you know I'm not a drinker of alcoholic beverages.

But when in Rome (or more accurately, Florence) where it's legal and when your drinking friends really want to see you inebriated, well, who am I to say no?

We actually started out pretty early, bought some vodka and Fanta and watched How to Train Your Dragon 2. I had quite a bit of that before we left but didn't feel much different. (Actually, when we were in Rome I did have a few glasses of wine but still didn't really feel any different). Anyway, they're making fun of me like "Ah you must feel tipsy at least" and I just took another drink from the harmless-looking juice bottle and I'm like:



Anyway, we went to the Hard Rock café but then *awkward* some of the faculty from our school showed up so we skedaddled. Too bad, cuz I wanted to get a T-shirt.

Anyway, we found a small Irish tap and hung out there for a while. I learnes how to take a shot of tequila and lime, and it really wasn't terrible. We met a nice Italian named Marco who hung out with us for a while. He showed us a neat Disco (club) but we didn't stay long because we've got a midnight curfew and didn't want to get locked out. I felt sufficietly intoxicated and fell asleep almost immediately.

And now I feel poisoned. Not terribly sick, but just kind of... Ew, like I can still feel it in my system. Remind me not to be an alcoholic.

Also, Marco facebooked me and asked me out to dinner. I turned him down, politely.

Did you feel any remorse after shattering Marco's hopes and dreams, knowing he most likely cried himself to sleep, alone that night?

Fridge said
Did you feel any remorse after shattering Marco's hopes and dreams, knowing he most likely cried himself to sleep, alone that night?

Rax; History's Greatest Monster.

You get used to it. The important thing is just to know your limits and when to stop.

I remember my last tequila shot (which, considering how much alcohol I ingested, is sort of surprising), which was last night. Never again. Shudders. Vile stuff.

[2] on tequila being trash alcohol

Fridge said
Did you feel any remorse after shattering Marco's hopes and dreams, knowing he most likely cried himself to sleep, alone that night?

a little Not an ounce.

Larfleeze said
Rax; History's Greatest Monster.

Rawr

Polyphemus said
You get used to it. The important thing is just to know your limits and when to stop.

I might drink in the future, y'know, socially. But never as much, I don't fancy feeling like I've been awake for 20 hours when I haven't.

Halo said
I remember my last tequila shot (which, considering how much alcohol I ingested, is sort of surprising), which was last night. Never again. Vile stuff.

Smiral said
[2] on tequila being trash alcohol

I actually liked the tequila. But one of my friends got a something-and-cranberry and it tasted like that awful cough syrup that your parents shove down your throat when you are a sick little babby. Ick.