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Thursday, August 21, 2003

ah. agave. who knew. so yesterday, of course, we break the cardinal rule, and start off with beer, and then go to margaritas. we were only supposed to do two pitchers for seven people. in reality, it eventually added up to one pitcher per person.

i was drunk off my ass.

but this time it was quite strange. mania kicked in. pressured speech, flight of ideas. i told the story about how in the old days, sometimes surgeons would screw up when they were trying to repair congenital anomalies, and would accidentally lop off a baby's penis. so, in order to rectify the situation, they would change the baby's anatomy so that he would be a girl, and then would advise the parents to rise the baby as a girl. i personally think that many people who eventually elect to change genders were victims of such a surgical accident. and then i told the story about how in this one village in santo domingo in the dominican republic, there is this androgen insensitivity gene where some babies grow up as girls, but when they reach puberty, they grow penises. because, i guess, of all the inbreeding and what not, this is actually a very common phenomenon in this one village, and they even have a ceremony for it and everything. there was a movie about this, which i can't remember the name of.

and then me and eo spent some time discussing some of the embarrassing things rv has done. i mean, my dirty laundry is hung out for all to see. i'm going to take as many people into the sewer with me as i can.

by the end of the night, i needed a cool surface to lay against.

one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.

but i just couldn't stop laughing. i would try to sleep, but a giggle would just bubble up from within in, and i would soon break into uproarious laughter. (responding to internal stimuli, i guess.) it went on like this for nearly an hour, until i got too tired, realized that i had to wake up the next morning, and so i walked home in the searing 80 degree heat. at 2am in the morning.

but, yeah. i'm curious. anyone else ever react to tequila this way? maybe i'm simply going insane.

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