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Old 07-22-2003, 09:07 AM   #15 (permalink)
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I wouldn't say I'm much of an alcoholic, and haven't really defined any tastes for myself when it comes to alcohol yet, but the occasional abuse of alcohol sure can be a fun thing.

First we'll start with preferences:

Beer:
New Belgium Brewing Company (Ft. Collins, CO) (makers of Fat Tire, Blue Paddle, Abbey Ale, and so on, haven't had a New Belgium beer that I haven't liked).
Bristol Brewing Company (Colorado Springs, CO) (Mass Transit ale, Laughing Lab and so on).

Canned Beer (for outdoor adventures, and not having to pack glass back with me)
Pabst Blue Ribbon. Being from Colorado everyone here thinks I should drink Keystone, or Coors, or one of those awful tasting beers, but I can't stand them, I can drink Pabst like a fish for some reason though? So, Pabst is my beer of choice in such situations (ie. rafting/camping, rally racing events). Otherwise I'll stick with bottled brew.

Mixed Drink of choice
Long Island Iced Tea, or Margharita (Margs are more during dinner drink for me).

As for specific hard liquor variety, haven't really picked and choosed the kinds I really like, still just in the if it's around I'll drink it stage.

Wines
Generally like reds, so far Pastiche is one of my favorites, although my wine tasting hasn't really taken me very far.

Interesting alcoholic story, let's talk about my 21st birthday.

I had gotten four hours of sleep, and got up at lunch time to go to a local restaraunt/brewery (Il Vicino) where one of my friends is the brewmaster. Ordered some food, and he ordered me a round. I go to this place often, and tip rather well, so when the servers found out it was my 21st birthday, they each bought me a round, plus the rounds my friends bought me, by the time I was done I had probably tasted every brew they made at that place, 6-7 glasses within an hour or so.

I felt fine, definitely tipsy, and as I was leaving, and thanking everyone in the restaraunt (being the drunk jackass on a workday afternoon in the middle of downtown during lunch hour). Shortly after leaving the restaraunt I vomitted in the middle of the street, yet kept walking, sure that was a pretty sight for people at the end of their lunch.

So, wandered around a little bit more, stocked up on alcohol for the night, and went and got a few hours of sleep to get ready for really getting loaded that evening.

That night, went bar hopping with 3 or 4 good friends, got free beers/shots at every bar I went to yelling it was my 21st birthday, finally made it from the south end of downtown to the north end at a bar called Tony's, not sure how many shots I had at that bar, but they gave me two free ones, and each of my friends say they orderd me shots, and the finisher was the hardest shot on the house (not sure what was in it, but there were three nasty beasties of alcohol). Slammed that down, and shortly after found myself puking in the urinal of the bar. Everything beyond this point is through the stories of my friends.

After that we headed to a strip bar, I claimed to be doing great, although I kept walking in circles, and as we got to the parking lot of the titty bar I opened my door and puked some more, and well the bouncer said I was too drunk to get in, so we went to my friends house, where apparently I puked again, and passed-out in the fetal position on the floor of my friend's bathroom.

Then, I remember the sun coming up, sitting in the tub (at my house) wondering why there was no warm water. I sat there for a long time with my hand under the faucet, and well, got out of the tub wanting to scream and yell at someone for wasting all the warm water, but everyone was asleep. So, I puked once more, passed-out on the bathroom floor a little longer, and eventually crawled my ass to bed. Woke up the next morning, and went to eat lunch with my family hungover as all hell.

I tend to get rather loaded when I drink. We used to have huge parties where a person falling off the roof into the bushes along the edge of the house wasn't a foreign event, or where we'd get women walking/driving by to flash us as they went by and we'd cheer at the top of our lungs. A lot of my drunken stories are painted through the eyes of friends, because I can't really remember but bits and peices of what happened.
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