"Stages of a drunk."
I had a lot of fun at Brandy's party. I don't know if it was watching Tim go around the corner of the house to go piss in the grass, when there was a bathroom with virtually no line and in a direct straight path back inside the house, or if it was the fact that people were unusually nutty after their first few drinks.
Yeah. I know. You drink. You get nuts. But since I was there since the beginning of the party and stayed for a few hours with Tim I got to observe the slow transgression into inebriation from everyone around us.
Drink Count Average: 1-2 drinks
You all sit around the fire with a few drinks, chatting about school, graduation, nothing extravagant. You exchange stories, the things you did and ate before you came over, etc.
Voice Volume Level: Medium
Drink Count Average: 3 and starting your fourth drink
Hey, did I just hear someone say "I swear to God that your fish are Italian. Float to the bottom with me, Bella. Blub blub"? And then the great story of some girl's large, overhanging clitoris.
Voice Volume Level: Mezzo-moderate
Drink Count Average: 5 drinks and a few shots
Whoa! Hey there, don't spill your drink on Tim there. More people start showing up to the party, some walking with bottles of alcohol they brought with them. Good. Because there never seems to be enough cups. Now, you've got inebriated people pulling clever pranks, like yanking chairs from underneath people right before they sit down. Two points.
Voice Volume Level: Loud
Drink Count Average: Definitely lost your cup. And your pants.
It was kind of like the angry drunken stage where people aren't sitting in their seats anymore, but kind of just running around the yard and hitting each other. This always ends with emotional crying and hugging.
Voice Volume Level: Very High
But it was a pretty great party. I spent a lot of it eating pretzels, my drink of choice being Coke and Ice, although I did have a little bit of Alize and something strong that Lisa whipped together (and topped off with a nice plastic straw. Green I believe).
One of the funniest moments is when Lauren came up to Tim and made him hold her cupcake for a few minutes while she ran off on some tangent. So he stood there and held it. I tried to get him to go put it in her pocket, but nooooooo!!
Yeah. I know. You drink. You get nuts. But since I was there since the beginning of the party and stayed for a few hours with Tim I got to observe the slow transgression into inebriation from everyone around us.
Drink Count Average: 1-2 drinks
You all sit around the fire with a few drinks, chatting about school, graduation, nothing extravagant. You exchange stories, the things you did and ate before you came over, etc.
Voice Volume Level: Medium
Drink Count Average: 3 and starting your fourth drink
Hey, did I just hear someone say "I swear to God that your fish are Italian. Float to the bottom with me, Bella. Blub blub"? And then the great story of some girl's large, overhanging clitoris.
Voice Volume Level: Mezzo-moderate
Drink Count Average: 5 drinks and a few shots
Whoa! Hey there, don't spill your drink on Tim there. More people start showing up to the party, some walking with bottles of alcohol they brought with them. Good. Because there never seems to be enough cups. Now, you've got inebriated people pulling clever pranks, like yanking chairs from underneath people right before they sit down. Two points.
Voice Volume Level: Loud
Drink Count Average: Definitely lost your cup. And your pants.
It was kind of like the angry drunken stage where people aren't sitting in their seats anymore, but kind of just running around the yard and hitting each other. This always ends with emotional crying and hugging.
Voice Volume Level: Very High
But it was a pretty great party. I spent a lot of it eating pretzels, my drink of choice being Coke and Ice, although I did have a little bit of Alize and something strong that Lisa whipped together (and topped off with a nice plastic straw. Green I believe).
One of the funniest moments is when Lauren came up to Tim and made him hold her cupcake for a few minutes while she ran off on some tangent. So he stood there and held it. I tried to get him to go put it in her pocket, but nooooooo!!