life, the universe, and donna

I went to Sin City and got drunk off my tree.

When I was in Zimbabwe, I discovered the wonders that is gin & tonics. I’d had them before, but never really appreciated them. It took being in a place where they were often out of vodka, out of rum, and the beer was good, but not really strong enough to get me trashed on the occasions I wanted to get trashed… so, since evidently gin is not popular among Africans, 20 yr old british girls, and other sundry tourists in a country that doesn’t see a lot of tourism, but has a shortage of booze… well, there was lots of gin.

So, in Africa, gin & tonics became my drink. Good news: I like gin & tonics. They’re interesting. They give me a much different drunk than other drinks. In a good way.

Tonight, I had planned on two drinks. Those, plus a drink for Nick, and a reasonable tip for the tip jar would leave me enough for cab fare home with the cash leftover. Perfect.

1 gin and tonic: Not much effect, but a wee buzz.
2 gin and tonics: Nicely buzzed, a little extra friendly, exactly where I want to be. Not drunk, just … a bit tipsy.

However, my second gin & tonic ended up being a triple. I watched the bartender pour it. One shot. Ok. Two shots. Ok… um… three shots? Oh dear. By the time he’d finished adding all the gin & ice, there wasn’t much room for tonic. It was a STRONG freaking drink. I am a tiny, tiny girl, with the alcohol tolerance of a particularly lightweight ant.

I am drunk off my tree. Yegads.

On the upside, I had several people, including two strangers, tell me I look hot. Yay me!