I got drunk on Christmas morning.

No, this wasn’t a liquid breakfast. After noche buena we popped open a bottle of Freixenet spumante for everyone. That’s sparkling white wine with a 12% alcohol content.

I rarely drink; in fact, the last time I had more than one glass of an alcoholic beverage was back in June at Coco Beach, when I attempted to take on a margarita and a rhum citrus cooler in one sitting. I stop when I my perception of the world changes, which is usually 2/3 of the way through my first drink. I also can’t hold my liquor: instead of starting to act loose and unhibited, after one drink I start to feel lightheaded and sleepy. And since I drive myself whenever I go out with friends, I can’t take the chance of being impaired at the wheel.

Well, we celebrated Christmas at home, and among family I felt safe to conduct a little experiment. I wanted to see how I might act should I get drunk. So, after announcing to my sister and cousins what I was planning to do, I polished off a glass of spumante in 15 minutes then poured myself another one. And another.

I noticed that I had the tendency to run my mouth, although since at the time I was analyzing my own reaction to the alcohol I kept talking about myself. Meanwhile, I started to feel like my head was balanced on a stick and likely to get knocked off at any time.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and after I’d relieved myself went to go sit near my sister on one of our throw rugs in the family room. I was already feeling drowsy at the time, so I decided to sleep some of the alcohol off.

By the time I woke up, our relatives had just left and I felt like I’d missed out on the rest of the party.

So, that’s it; that’s the last time I drink that much. I may not be a happy drunk or an amorous drunk or a nasty drunk, but being a sleepy drunk is just as bad. Ü

Tags: Alcohol Consumption, Drunk, Experiment

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