Purim 5772 (2012 for you fureners)
IIRC (questionable given circumstances), I had (at least):
2 shots Tequila (with lemon and salt),
2 shots Rum (high quality),
a shot or two more, and
at least a bottle-worth of red wines (mostly an excellent Recanati Merlot).
The white was not to my taste (drank half glass anyway, because I needed the glass).
Every time my friend Yossi turned over an empty bottle of Vodka (started with 2-3 mostly empty ones), I could hear Jack Sparrow moaning "Why has all the Rum gone?";
All told, I was much LESS drunk this year than in previous ones (I didn't even fall out of the chair). Anat jokes that I didn't go to sleep on the kitchen floor at the Rabbi's house*, because they rearranged the furniture and blocked my escape path. Purim was somewhat surreal this year. There is a LOT of tension in the air. After all, Purim is when we celebrate trouncing all over Persian politics and attempted genocide, and here Persia (AKA Iran) is all the news, yet again.
Lastly, I literally bruised my lips from blowing all day, on the Vuvuzella that friend Sharon sent me all the way from South-Africa. It was awesome. I played one-upmanship with all the teen-age punks tossing firecrackers around.
"You call THAT loud? HA! [whooooooooooooooooomp!]"
* In our community it is "customary" (i.e. most people do it, not codified custom), to go to the Rabbi's house, after the mid-afternoon feast, to finish off the day.
2 shots Tequila (with lemon and salt),
2 shots Rum (high quality),
a shot or two more, and
at least a bottle-worth of red wines (mostly an excellent Recanati Merlot).
The white was not to my taste (drank half glass anyway, because I needed the glass).
Every time my friend Yossi turned over an empty bottle of Vodka (started with 2-3 mostly empty ones), I could hear Jack Sparrow moaning "Why has all the Rum gone?";
All told, I was much LESS drunk this year than in previous ones (I didn't even fall out of the chair). Anat jokes that I didn't go to sleep on the kitchen floor at the Rabbi's house*, because they rearranged the furniture and blocked my escape path. Purim was somewhat surreal this year. There is a LOT of tension in the air. After all, Purim is when we celebrate trouncing all over Persian politics and attempted genocide, and here Persia (AKA Iran) is all the news, yet again.
Lastly, I literally bruised my lips from blowing all day, on the Vuvuzella that friend Sharon sent me all the way from South-Africa. It was awesome. I played one-upmanship with all the teen-age punks tossing firecrackers around.
"You call THAT loud? HA! [whooooooooooooooooomp!]"
* In our community it is "customary" (i.e. most people do it, not codified custom), to go to the Rabbi's house, after the mid-afternoon feast, to finish off the day.