So this is drunkenness.
I believe I’ve sobered up by now. I’m alert, but I am noticing a bit of trouble writing. I didn’t feel more confident, but the proof is in the pudding. I was much more forward, but only with women I already knew.
I only had a brief moment of buzz. To do it, I had a shot and three drinks: A bacardi breezer, an orange juice and vodka, and a JJ special (a local bartender’s creation.) All within an hour, all tasted bad.
But the observations I’ve made are really convincing me not to do this again. I watched a large South-African co-tourist try to pick a fight with an American before being escorted out by security, and keep telling the non-English speaking cab driver how great he was. Outside my room, at the hotel, another co-tourist was sleeping in the hallway. A pretty Australian co-tourist with a boyfriend back home was drunk and flirting with all the boys. What annoys me the most is that her cousin seems to hate me, and I don’t know why. When I try to find out how she is doing, the cousin won’t even speak to me, except for “The Hand.” This pattern of behavior hasn’t just been for tonight.
It looked like pretty girl was going to get overly friendly with our lone American male in the hallway. I broke it up (killjoy) and tried to get her into her room.
She has a boyfriend. She is off-limits. It may be inconvenient but it is what is right.
I remain just as stupid when I am inebriated.