Where has all the rum gone?

Couple spoonfuls of sugar, some powdered cloves. Hefty splash of vanilla. Mostly-filled mug with milk. Heated up in microwave. Topped up with spiced rum.

Shared it with Hwt-Hrw. Cows and booze. Can't go wrong.


Section 127: 216 words, and a conversation best written sober.


Oooh! Rock bagpipes! (I wish the album this is offa wasn' out of print or otherwise unfindable. Rar.)

. . . What kind of bird am I?
. . . How can I learn to fly?

In Vino Veritas

Like all good satyrs, after a good drunk, we find a need to sit down and think over what this all means.

I'm a cheerful drunk; I'm a silly drunk, actually. Sometimes, when the situation truly calls for it, I'm a maudlin drunk, but mostly I get increasingly whimsical.

I joke occasionally that I do have inhibitions to lose, and I lose them through alcohol. I start to pun (sometimes bawdily, often badly). (Last night's was, "I'm listing to port, which I didn't drink any of.") I tend towards being a little repetetive, admittedly, especially in checking whether or not my head's fallen off yet (I have slightly overtense muscles all the time; the surest sign that alcohol's hit my system is whether or not I have a sudden tendency towards whole-body flaccidity). oneironaut says gtst likes it when I'm drunk, because I laugh at all gtst jokes, including the ones that gtst didn't realise were jokes before I started laughing at them. I start to type more phonetically, and tend to not correct as many of my typos, because the results are just so damned funny that way, when all the words spill out wrong in weird patterns of "Where did that come from, then?"

I become prone to tilting, wide-armed embraces of all the world, and laughter, and a great deal of simple enthusiasm. The world is a wide, strange, complicated, delightful place when I'm tipsy.

I wonder, now, in a melancholic, intense way, what it means that the inhibitions that are loosed when I drink seem to be inhibitions about finding and accepting joy and laughter. What does that say about me, huh?