I drank an entire white russian all by myself!
You see, the Lizard Queen has the alcohol tolerance of a gnat. I hadn’t known that I had the alcohol tolerance of a gnat, since I don’t usually drink, until I discovered ten years ago that I *really* liked hard cider and tried to consume a pint’s worth in one sitting. After a half a pint later, I found myself on the floor of the pub, my body going into acute sensory deprivation, as I weakly bleated out to my poor friends, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
So… ahem, I’m a little leary of drinking any alcoholic drink that hasn’t been sissified for my alcohol tolerance. Or, if the drink hasn’t been sissified, I can’t finish it and somebody else has to finish it for me.
That’s what I was expecting yesterday night when my two friends, my hubbie, and one of my roomies went out to a new bar that said two friends discovered — a Korean / Japanese bar, very Shadow-Run / Blade Runner slick, not too crowded, even the restrooms are kind of cool. Except for the roomie (who’s a teetotaler), all of us ordered alkie drinkies; I like sweet drinks, so I had a white russian. In the course of two hours, I was able to drink it because:
1) I had a tummy filled with burrito and tamale dinner, ice cream dessert, and coffee with milk before I went;
2) I ordered a calamari appetizer along with my drink (very yummy, by the way — battered and deep-fried squid rings!); and
3) The bar had free refills of popcorn baskets, which my table went through about four before we left.
The white russian wasn’t sissified — there was plenty o’ vodka there! But because of the wonders of a continuously full tummy, I never got ill, and — weee! For the first time *ever* I finished my first non-sissified alcoholic drink all by myself!