I wonder how many of us relate to Joanne’s take on this topic?
I like to think of myself as a sensible, graceful, sophisticated human being and like all sensible, graceful, sophisticated people, I know my limits when it comes to drinking alcohol.
I don’t tend to go out drinking a lot so my tolerance for alcohol is relatively low – on average, I only have to consume two drinks before I start to feel the effects.
Once I have had two drinks, I usually recognise that I have reached my limit and my rational mind prevents me from ingesting any more alcohol in an attempt to preserve my dignity.
However, sometimes, I get cocky.
Sometimes, despite prior evidence to the contrary, I become convinced that my body can cope with a further two units of alcohol.
Sometimes, I have a third drink.
This is the first in a series of stupid decisions.
For me, the process of getting drunk starts with denial.
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