Mixed drinks with diet soda gets you drunk faster.
Finally, something to explain that when I almost never drank, it was so hard to get drunk; and now, when I drink more often, I get goofy fairly swiftly.
It's because I don't want to get fat(ter). As a woman, I have three constant, insane, shameful, horrid goals, which I was indoctrinated with in childhood, possibly by ghosts or the patriarchy. 1)Make people like me. 2)Don't get too fat. 3) Never be not-so-fresh.
Don't worry, I haven't fallen for these. And I won't. Because they terrify me. I, as an adult, am able to live a life while my vagina smells like vagina, and not fruit or flowers. I am sure that anyone would find it discomfiting to find a box that smells like products from Yankee Candle.
But I have fallen for splenda. I love diet soft drinks. I love them so. I love anything fizzy with no calories, because I hate drinking water. I don't have the attention span. Without diet soft drinks, I would probably dry up and blow away.
When I drank very little, I would drink things like Grape Crushes, Midori Sours (I know, gross-I can't believe it myself), Cosmopolitans, Lemon Drops, etc. I'd drink the kind of sugary-sweet drinks that would be very useful, were one trying to get a middle-schooler absolutely toasted. If it was the color of gatorade, and served chilled or over ice, I'd drink the hell out of it.
But when I began to drink a little more often, I switched to rum and diet coke. And suddenly, I was getting rowdy from amounts of alcohol that would ordinarily leave me dull-faced and inhibited. I didn't know what to blame. I wondered if I'd offended my liver or other organ. I breifly had a theory that related to my shoes. I wondered if I'd ever NOT been such a cheap date.
But now I know. It was my beloved artificial sweetener, my bitch juice. My bitch juice was turning me into a two-beer queer. But knowing is half the battle. And now that I am poor, and plan to never, ever drive again (more on that later- suffice it to say, I hate the motherfucking ghetto) I know how to get drunk more cheaply without resorting to beer. Which is awesome. Diet Coke and me: Drunkening since 2003.
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- The Dissassociate
- Former: English Major, Acting Major, Condom-Stacker, Tuxedo Seller, Aspiring Film Student, Thwarted Film Student, Barista, Psychology Major, Law Student, Editor-in-Chief, Law Clerk, and human being.
3 comments:
You don't "resort" to beer, you enjoy the privilege of drinking beer. Beer is an epicurean delight. You and your disgusting little mixed beverages.
See, I think the sugar would make you drunk because it dehydrates you which is what being drunk is. Man, I hate diet beverages! Bleh. But I'm happy for you that you like them :)
I'm telling you, Rum+Diet Dr. Pepper=A good time.
And Rob, you're right. I should have said "resort to Bud Lite, which is something that is like beer, but cheaper, and tastes like sorrow and the water left in the sink after you wash the bowl that you just made bread in...dirty and slightly yeasty, but overall tasting of metropolitan water supply, which is far nastier and sadder than any beer that would be worth drinking"
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