madamepanic

Ok so on another "networking" site I have a page on someone sent me a test to see what kind of drunk you are. Turns out I'm Happliy Hammered = Put a little alcohol into you, and suddenly you’re transformed into little miss sunshine! You love everybody, laugh constantly, and become the life of the party. Nothing can bring you down, and while you may seem a little bit silly to the more sober members of the crow, you could care less. Whether it’s breaking it down on the dance floor, kicking butt at Texas Hold’em, or flirting with the person next to you, you emanate fun and lack of inhibition.

Turns out to be pretty accurate it seems!

Although I seem to have developed this problem where by I've had so little a social life - read that as non fucking existant - up until recently, that on the occasions that I've been out socialising and drinking over the past few months, I have had a tipple or five too many. I don't like being that drunk, but by the time I realise that I'm getting to that stage it's too late and it can't be avoided.
But at least I'm still a happy, giggly drunk even when far, far, far too drunk.
Another bonus of the Thursday's drunken night out was the establishment of the universal signal for International School attendees......oh and once again it was independantly judged that I have great boobs. Better than Nicki's. Strangely enough I'm not too concerend as to where the photographic evidence of this might turn up .......
But at least I retain some decent moral standards when intoxicated to the extreme. Like not looking down the incredibly cute, blonde, American accented yet thankfully not American, 24 year old guy you've been getting on great with all night's trousers as he's demonstrating the extent of his happy trail a bit too enthusiastically.......As tempting as it was, I prefer to leave some things to the imagination. Especially when it's as warped and twisted as mine.......