I am a low-threshold drinker and generally start to feel the effects after couple of beers or one strong margarita. I haven’t ventured too far in the liquor world and am a late entrant to the fine art of social drinking. But I have always nursed a not-so-secret desire to get drunk at least once before I bid adieu. I know, some people have high ambitions of climbing the Everest or running an ultra-marathon; I am just satisfied being knocked off my senses. I have come close but not quite. To puke my guts out is the mission-accomplished standard I aim for. I don’t plan on standing on an aircraft carrier once I do it and would prefer to do it in my own home to avoid any embarrassing conditions that I might regret later. And it doesn’t help when some assholic astrologer has warned my mom that I might develop a drinking problem. And this was before I started drinking (or was it before she knew I drink? I don’t remember). The raaj-yog that another astrologer predicted hasn’t come yet so excuse me for doubting their credentials, mom!
My previous roomie (actually his friend) in College Station had made me chug a beer in a typical college-style competition. Knowing me, his girlfriend was more worried about me than the cops at the door. Anyway, the weekend before last I achieved my ‘goal’. Aaie, if you are reading this now would be a nice time to stop. Aditya, if that is you then I know what you did when you were in Pittsburgh so don’t dare threaten to tattle.
Ash and I have nicely settled in our new home and have spent quite a bit of time and dime in setting it up. The really interested might check it out here although the living room has undergone some changes thanks to some shoddy piece of furniture from IKEA. Anyway, the natural next-step of setting up your home is to invite guests. Since, we do not know many people around here, Sampada and Rajit from Houston would do us the honors. You might recall that Sampada was Ash’s roomie for a while in Atlanta and had introduced her to blogging and me in that order. Rajit graduated from Texas A&M last year and we get along great. As a default condition, we have always had drinking parties whenever we have met up and so far, the limit at least for me hasn’t exceeded although I came real close on New Year’s Eve.
Ash and I cooked a hearty meal of chicken, shrimp, and a pineapple upside-down cake for dessert. Sampada and Rajith brought the drinks. And Sampada had brought along a potent recipe for a seemingly exotic drink. After making poor Rajith squeeze out the lemon juice, she began the mixing. One part lemon, two parts Cointreau, two parts
water (what was I thinking?) cranberry juice, and four parts of Vodka and ice…!!! Mind you, the ‘part’ was big and the total mixture far exceeded the big ass wine goblet we used to drink it out of. And I went for two such servings with Rajith for company. While he was completely fine, I was in la-la land. Naturally, first came denial and then the spinning started as we sat down for dinner. I hardly remember what I ate and remember dropping lot of rice on the floor. Only after two false alarms, I finally puked my guts out in the toilet with Rajith to help.
Strangely as soon as I was down puking, I was perfectly normal and without any signs of drunkeness which makes me think may be that wasn’t what I had heard about post-drinking conditions. Or maybe just like always I stopped before it was too late. Does that mean this doesn’t count? Damn! I’ve to try again.