One more drink and I'd have been under the host.
I've never been drunk, but often I've been overserved.
The first two drinks were always wonderfully liberating. You think better. You're braver, and you'll say anything. If you could just hang in there with two or three, it'd be beautiful. The trouble was I couldn't.
Tequila. Straight. There's a real polite drink. You keep drinking until you finally take one more and it just won't go down. Then you know you've reached your limit.
I know my limit. I just keep passing out before I reach it.
I wish I could learn that just three drinks is enough, but I have not learned that.
I will never have a sip of alcohol and get behind the wheel again. Regardless if I'm 300% sure that I just had a sip and I can drive. It doesn't matter.
