Showing posts with label drunk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drunk. Show all posts

Monday, May 16, 2011

The Drunk Girlfriend


As an expat, I am finding that we women from other countries have different symptoms of drunkenness. Let's take me for example, I hang from the trees like a retarded monkey. If I start talking about penises or how I'm horny, I'm drunk! I also have a special move of my hips, which I think is sexy, that makes me look like I'm going to fall over.

I'm charming, aren't I?

So as an American I am quite taken aback by how subtle people of other countries can be when under the influence. Last night a Scandinavian friend of mine randomly looked at me and said she was drunk.  The conversation went something like "Rachel I am quite drunk. I really am. I think I could possibly fall over."

Talk about being civil and eloquent. And let's not forget that English is her 3rd language!

It's amazing how where you are from can have influence over the littlest things.  As an American it would have come out "heloahlkehre FUCK helkehwlke FALL hethkel Druuuuunk OVER!"

Oh the little lessons Rio de Janeiro will give you. Along with my Finnish friend, my British friends are also quite dignified while drinking the nectar of the gods. When a bit drunk, my closest Brit friend will put her hand on her chest and say something along the lines of 'Oh golly, I'm a bit tipsy.' The others will continue their drunken state with no indication, minus a slight roll of the eyes. It's almost as if they get more dignified with each drink!

With some of these ladies you can't even tell if they've drunk an entire bottle of wine, popped a Valium, or are having an internal debate about the which country provides the best cheese!

And I have to say, I like that! It is something to aspire to, although I doubt my genetics will ever allow me to behave so properly. Then again, maybe the way of the Brazilians is better. While drinking their jokes get louder, their dancing sexier, and then they make out with one another.

Of course, I will save the making out for my husband but still not a bad way to end an evening.

How are you after a few beers?

Thursday, October 14, 2010

All in the Dress


Because the post on cheating spouses was such a big hit, I thought I´d share a little antidote. 

Back in the day, at the ripe age of 22, I went with my parents to a wedding of one of their friends. It was a late in life marriage and the guests mirrored that. 

And I was strangely popular at this wedding. Couples were asking who am I, how I know the happy couple, and complimenting me on my dress. It was an amazing dress, if I say so myself. One couple even wanted me to come up to their room so the wife could try it on. 

That was strange, especially since it wouldn´t have fit the wife. 

At the end of a long wedding, the quite drunk Rachel met up with the under 30 yr olds, aka my brothers and the kids of the bride.  I reached into my little purse to pull out a cigarette and I found a room key... and then another... and another.  7 room keys in total!

As it turns out, the new bride and groom were swingers, and so were their friends. I was being scouted and I didn´t even know! 
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