Drinking Fun

Well Saturday night found me sitting by myself on my couch (my normal state of buisness). I felt very slothful and felt like a tasty beverage, alcamaholic to be sure.

So I ordered chinese food and went to the bottle-o to get the grog.

After being distracted by the girly drinks, but deciding that cordial was not what I wanted, I pull out some can of premix burbon out of the fridge.

On to the chinese food. And home to the comfort of the couch.

Pull out a stubbie holder and crack open a can. Nice.
Chinese food gone with little to no breathing. Nice.

Now to relax, finish off the first can and make a start on the second.

Get a message to pick up my flat mate, who was massively drunk. And being the person I am I go.
But in the car I think, "Gee I feel drunk, I can't be drunk, I've only had one and a half cans of burbon, Surely I'm not that much of a Cadburies. Oh well I will just have to concentrate then."

So I go and return with my flatmate. He crawls into bed and I return to my couch and burbon. Two cans down, and on to the third. Nice.

11pm and I need to get some sleep. Full day tomorrow so to sleep I go.
Lying down on the bed, the room starts to spin.
WHAT THE FUCK!

I only had three cans of burbon, I can't be this drunk. I only had three cans of burbon? I only HAD THREE CANS OF BURBON!!!
I cannot be this drunk. I cannot be this much of a Cadburies. You weak livered tea totaler. YOU ONLY HAD THREE CANS OF BURBON!
You are so soft.

I so have to check the strength of those can tomorrow.

ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz

Morning, no hangover feeling fine.

In to the kitchen I walk to confront my pain. Pick up one of my empties and have a look.

9% alcohol per volume. WOW thats a lot.

How many standard drinks?

2.7

WHAT THE.... 2.7, thats a SHIT load!

Fuck me. No wonder I was drunk.
8.1 standard drinks in about 3. Dam. No wonder I was fucked.

Ok I feel better now. At least I know why I had to hang on to the bed to get to sleep.