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Not 55 years old.
Join Date: Dec 2003
Posts: 2,098
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So I can't fucking stand the taste of alcohol but I fucking love Egg Nog. So when my dad introduced Pennsylvania Dutch Egg Nog into the house I just had to learn whether my love of Nog was stronger than my distaste for alcohol.
The upshot is I had to dilute it with a whole lot of whole milk but I was willing to do it & drink the result even though the whole time I was wondering why I wasn't just drinking the regular Nog I'd just got. Consequently I was kind of drunk for the first time in my life. My arms felt a little bit unnaturally heavy and I felt it behind my eyes. I also felt generally sedate. So I abandoned my plan to cook dinner (was able to communicate my plan to mom so that the vegetables I'd chopped up & uncooked sausage I'd defrosted wouldn't just sit out) and slept it off. Awoken by alarm - the one I set for 11:30PM to tell me to go to sleep. I tried to go back to bed after food & shower but here I am so you can tell it didn't work. Overall I rate being drunk 2/5 would not drink again.
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