Ok, so I'm nineteen, and until a few days ago I had never known what it was like to be drunk. My friend and I went to visit a buddy at college on Thursday, with plans to intoxicate ourselves. I wanted to do it up right and not just get a little buzzed, so I downed seven shots of vodka in 40 minutes and waited for it to slam me in the face. Sure enough, it did. I gotta say, the feeling of being drunk was pretty nice- I was relaxed and a bit numb and found any kind of conversation extremely fascinating. Now for the reason I'm not doing it again. I actually didn't feel sick or throw up or get a headache or anything, but the day after was the strangest day of my life. Sense of navigation, gone. I was walking around my own house having no idea where I was. I couldn't think, and I couldn't even have conversation and answer simple questions. Ten minutes felt like an hour and everything that had happened just moments ago felt like some distant memory. Even though I hung out with friends and had fun that day, it was probably one of the worst days I've had, just because I completely killed my ability to think. So from now on I'm just sticking with the occasional cigar and that'll do it for me just fine.