beer, vodka, tequila, scotch, hang-over
2/03/2008It’s now Sunday, and my nose is running, I have the chills, and my energy level is minimal at best, but that’s beside the point.
It all started with a fish-like consumption of alcohol on Friday night, Dima’s birthday. Arriving at 7:00PM, several hours after getting off work, getting dressed, and making the drive to his place, we started off with beer. After several bottles of good beer I decided to switch up the game plan, drinking Miller High Life. A brand so moronic they state that their beer is the “champagne of all beer”. After several bottles, separating it from urine was starting to become ever so difficult, so I made the executive decision of indulging in Vodka.
A beverage consumed religiously by Russian folk (on left is your model example, Rodion), it’s as clear as water and gives no hang-over if not mixed with anything at all. Surely, this proves the thoughtfulness of Soviet science and engineering. According the article on CNN.com the Russian Health Ministry estimated consumption in 1996 was 18 liters of pure alcohol per adult annually, which is equivalent of 38 liters of 100 proof vodka. I definitely put a dent in my annual quota that night. After vodka it was Tequila that filled my fancy, and after Tequila it was back to beer. Only when I poured myself a glass of scotch that smelled and tasted like paint thinner, did I decide it was a good time to call it a night. Brittney drove home that night, and it was quite possibly the best buzz (that didn’t involve projectile vomiting) that I ever had.
I think this weekend was fun, and I’ll close it off by reaching into my blog mailbox (for making posts by sending a text-message to an e-mail address, and grabbing this little gem: “Its Dima’s birthday, and we’re gettin drunk, you will remember this tomorrow Vlad. ” …sure don’t.