So I'm definitely intoxicated, non doubt about that. After four partial glasses of wine (how much liquid classifies as 1 glass, for instance? I mean you never fill a glass of wine more than half way full, and often not even that full) and the Kalua in the desert there's no chance I'm not, and since there is definitely concentration required in not weaving when I walk, I think that qualifies. This is I think the second time I've reached this level of intoxication - the other time being my 21rst birthday - and I have to say all in all I'm a little disappointed/proud of myself. I can remember the entire conversation at dinner, (although possibly not in as minute of detail as I can often relate) and I know at what point I started getting slightly uncomfortable with the topic of conversation (although I don't remember quite how we got there, since conversations do tend to ramble and I *have* been drinking.) And I would never in a million years try to drive in this condition. So all in all I think I'm drunk.

But really, is this all there is to it? I mean, after all the stories about what people do when they're drunk, it really seems like I ought to be more intoxicated than this. I'm still exercising control over what I'm saying. I know this because there are definitely points in the conversation where I thought "Now would be a really bad time to say such-and-such" and didn't say it. Perhaps that is a reflection of my over all improvement this year in the things that pass out of my mouth. (Which is a bit sad in one way, because it really was my only humor value, the things that just flew out of my mouth sometimes w/o thinking, and certainly it still happens, but trust me I'm more aware than I used to be about not doing it.)

And I was still able to dry the dishes in the dishwasher and put them away w/o breaking anything or anything, although I did stumble a bit when I turned too quickly. I haven't gone wild dancing on table tops or anything. Really, seriously, for as drunk as I am, why haven't more of my inhibitions flown out the window?

Not that I'm lamenting this. I suppose it's kind of a good thing. On my 21rst birthday I determined somewhere in the middle of my 3rd white russian that I was drunk. My sister didn't realize it though and as we were talking about it later she said I really didn't seem drunk because I wasn't acting any differently. I said "well, considering the way I was feeling physically i think I was drunk."

But at what point are you considered "drunk"?

Alright, I know this topic is distasteful to virtually everyone reading this blog, so I'll stop now.