I did go through with the one drink an hour. Which means I’ve had nine drinks today. There was a time when I got a bit of a buzz, but on the whole I don’t think I was too drunk. Loquacious. I started with dirty bananas, but eventually migrated to Bob Marley shooters. Word of warning, if prepared in a mix, they taste vile. But if the bartender can make them in the three layers they are supposed to be, they can actually slip down quickly and without mayhem.
I was more confident and at ease. But even though there is a gaggle of swimsuit models here, I still don’t feel I can really talk to them. Unless, based on today, they are married and studying a double major in Biology and Psychology. That was an interesting conversation.
I don’t want to drink more. I didn’t really enjoy this experiment.