As I’m still awake and don’t really feel like sleep nor playing terrible Mario in the Super Mario Bros. Wii game. I feel compelled to write. Write my ass off.

Let’s see, a year ago, my limit was 1 or 2 beers. It was low. It was laughable. Z’s parents actually did laugh at me at one point. How embarrassing. I’ve been improving myself…I can have a number of Coronas or Stellas or Canadians….but I find, especially after today, that my problem is not with the alcohol, but with the beer itself. Specifically the taste.

I used to get a Smirnoff Ice frequently but I find that has far greater negative alcohol affects than regular beer.

So let’s see. I had 2 glasses of Wine before going to the Bier Market. While at the Bier Market, I had a Stella, a Grasshopper, another Stella, and 2 Strawberry drinks. Girly, yes. But sweet and oh so good. So that’s 7 drinks. It’s strange though, a year ago, I would have felt the affect of drinking on my mind far more quickly than the effects I would feel on my body. In a year though, much has changed.

I noticed tonight that I always felt my mind completely in control, coherent, not affected at all. Sure, alcohol allows my personality to be a bit looser, but mentally, I’m still there. This blog post is proof of that. (but as I write this, I’m probably just writing: “duhhh….iam da king of universessses….”). Well, that’s what I imagine what I’m writing comes out as. But as the night went on, and after I’d had 7 drinks, I found that my mind was still completely sober. I did have terrible balance after 5 though….almost falling in the toilet stall as I lifted my foot to hit the flush…but able to keep my balance against the walls. My mind was fine, my body wasn’t. Which is disappointing, I’d rather be the opposite: my mind is drunk and….memory failing rather than body physically failing. Anyways, even that wasn’t terrible…I was able to talk to people I don’t generally talk to, be more open with people I’m usually shy around…it was great. And best of all, it was still me…but with an excuse not to be me, if that makes sense.

Also, while I didn’t refund any of my drinks (read: puke), I probably would have if my 6th and 7th drinks were beers. After a while, I just hate the taste of beer. But I could do with those strawberry drinks quite well, they went down easy. So…I’m proud I didn’t puke at all.

At around 1:30, my really good friend, who had drank a lot, and also hit on a couple girls only to be rejected (*sniff, we tried*) was smashed and forced to leave by the bouncer. Ironically, between drunk-o there and Z, who also had a lot to drink (but less than me), I was the most sober and clearly the “adult”. Which could possibly make sense as I also weigh the most and therefore, it’s more difficult for the alcohol to affect me. Anyways, I didn’t Ralph, like some people. We went to eat Pho’s at like, 2-2:30 am….I went back with drunk-o and made sure he got to his place okay, before heading home. All in all, the night cost more than $120. With paying for Z’s drinks, and the…4 cab rides throughout the night, it was pretty pricey. But I had a blast and it was all worth it.

So….I accomplished a more than usual alcohol tolerance/ingestion…with minimal side affects. Everyone noticed how much I drank, and how well I was able to handle it. It was quite….pleasing, knowing I had accomplished an impossible feat for one such as myself, in just a short time.

I had a truly memorable night, I can’t wait to see some photos that were taken of us.

All in all, it’s 4am right now, I’m tired, I fell asleep twice proof-reading this post….I think I’m at my mental limit, not because of the rates/excel sheets, moreso reading the conference registrations.

HOLY SH!T. That last sentence didn’t make sense at all. I wrote that all…on an empty dream filled head. I was seriously half asleep as I wrote that. You can tell as it’s not relevant to anything (except work). Ah…I should sleep before I cause brain damage…I could use a weekend of sleeping until infinity. I think I’ll start now….