I got drunk last night. I'm not bragging like some kids who thinks it's cool to drink. Quite the opposite, actually. I think it's pretty sad. We were watching Top Chef and as part of their challenge they had to make a cocktail. I thought they looked soooooo good that I really wanted one. Now, we have wine in the house but I have to admit it's mostly used for marinating. We have an occasional glass once in a while. We also have a hutch with liquor bottles, but those are mostly for display. For some reason, people would give my grandpa bottles for Christmas and he just collected them. He's since passed away and my grandma saved them for years. When we got this house, she decided to give us that awesome antique hutch and gave all the bottles to Rodrigo as a gift.
So anyway, back to my story, I decided to make cocktails for us. We had some unopened vodka in the freezer and some cranberry juice. That's what I made. Only I think that the fact that I added too much vodka and the fact that I have zero tolerance now made a bad combination. My chest felt all warm and my face felt hot. I started speaking gibberish about how I now understood why St. Bernards carry alcohol around in that little barrel of theirs. Or whatever it is. Rodrigo was just laughing at me. We came upstairs and I started trying to change my blog banner. That didn't really work. When I went to bed the pattern on my pillowcase was moving. I couldn't focus.
Isn't that just pathetic. I mean ONE cocktail. Sad. Really, really sad.
feeling: I lost my cool
listening to: The Ting Tings (That's Not My Name)