cromnac

So my long-weekend started with the exit wound of a bottle of raspberry vodka. About a month ago I'd concluded that vanilla vodka makes me a drunken tit in ways that other alcohols will only ever be able to aspire too. More recently a friend of mine suggested that I hadn't really researched this properly, as Absolut Vanilla was the only type of vodka I drank. So it might just be vodka, it might be flavoured vodka. So I set out to narrow the variables. I think I can now say that flavoured vodka should be reserved for only my closest, most forgiving friends.

I'm pretty appreciative that I'm just a talkative drunk though. I don't start fights, take my clothes off or try to go home with randoms. I just splurge my life's stories to anyone who sits next to me. It's probably just the necessary evil to being a naturally quiet person.