As it turns out, I don't have nearly the tolerance for booze that I used to have when I was in my golden years of early to mid 20's. Back in the day I could pound shots, have a couple of beers and smoke a bowl or two, all *before* hitting the bars for a night of drunken debauchery that would inevitably ended with your typical "morning after walk 'o shame." Anyone who's ever attended any kind of higher education knows of what I speak.
At any rate, this weekend I decided to test my tolerance for ye ol fire water. My brand of choice, Jack Daniels. My first drink to start my trip down my own hell was a full can of rock star and *a lot* of JD. Before I knew it, I was *way* to drunk for my own good, I vaguely remember playing an instance of something and dying a lot, but still somehow ending up at the top of the dps chart.
Needless to say, the next day was filled with me walking around the house moaning and complaining about how stupid I am. My wife, the angle that she is, simply laughed at me and reminded me of my silliness.
I am totally going to refer to this blog posting the next time I get the crazy, stupid idea of drinking any of the evil, brain ouchy booze.
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