The variablosity of tipsitude

[Stinky The Clown]

Tonight, with dinner, I had a glass of Plungerhead Zin. Dinner was simple: two kaiser roll sandwiches and inslata caprese with the absolute very last of the local tomatoes.

Minutes later I poured a glass of a fair to middling local port wine.

I am now tipsy.

There are also night where I can drink all night, at least at the rate I drank tonight's wines, and never even feel it.

Why the differences?

[hippywife]

1. I'm guessing that your dinner

was lacking in something that would have more readily absorbed the alcohol?

How many fingers am I holding up?

[Stinky The Clown]

2. Uuuhhhhh ..... eleventeen?

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:rofl:

[hippywife]

3. You're perfectly

sober. The sensations are merely a fig newton of your imagination.

[Warpy]

4. That's another of alcohol's many problems

It's not an entirely reliable and predictable buzz.

Nothing was more frustrating than being trapped at a dull party when that glow that should have eased an uncomfortable social situation never happened.

Of course, as I hit my mid 20s and beyond, all I got out of alcohol was a migraine anyway. At least the migraine gave me an excuse to leave early.

[Stinky The Clown]

5. Heh! Hence the ........

.... thread title: "The variablosity of tipsitude"