Beer good

I've recently re-discovered the joys of getting drunk. Okay, not fall down on my butt, "talking on the big white phone" drunk, more of a giggly, "everything is great" drunk. Maybe tipsy is a better word, but it's a dumb girly word and I don't want to use it. I haven't been a "drinker" in a long time, what with all the baby making and being the DD for my husband (who likes his beer). Plus I sort of overdid it my freshman year of college - you know, that first semester away from the 'rents, going crazy drinking the nasty mixes only college kids will drink, whoreshly locking lips with many college guys (maybe that was only me but I'm sure there's some other kissing sluts out there). Anyways, it's taken me a long long time to not shudder at the thought of alcohol (hence the current enjoyment of such beverages). However, I have noticed that I get the embarassing "second thoughts" the day after having a couple drinks. You know, the "crap, was everything I said hysterically funny or was I just being loud and obnoxious?!" In my befuddled alcoholic haze I think I'm pretty witty and tend to get the giggles, and I'm pretty sure my speaking voice goes up a few decibels (for some reason when I drink I think people can't hear me very well so I tend to shout like I'm talking to my Grandpa), but I'm drunk so everything is great. It's only the next day (sober and usually not hungover) that I think "shit, I was a total asshat." But I guess that's part of the fun of having a few drinks - I can act like a dork and chalk it up to being drunk, a perfectly reasonable excuse for poor behavior.