Getting plastered = not as interesting as I was led to believe. It does make for an entertaining story, because apparently when I am drunk I prove that I am not drunk shouting about T.S. Eliot while failing to walk properly, but I can't say that I did anything while intoxicated that I would not have done stone-cold sober. Except perhaps to fall down more often. My inhibitions remained in place, I didn't feel braver, more attractive, or more clever, I just felt like a very dizzy version of myself.

I'm glad that I now know how I behave when drunk, and I'm glad to know that so far none of my alcoholic experiences led to hangovers, but I frankly don't like alcohol enough to pay for more than one social drink.

But some articles I've read on personality types have led me to believe that getting drunk is a very different experience for other people--a very enjoyable experience, as hard as I find it to believe. My co-workers certainly seem to like it, and any time they're joking about drinking or say something off-color they feel the need to apologize to me--apparently I give the impression of being a very Good Girl (I do try, but still--I was in theatre! I have heard it all, and accidentally walked in on it in the green room). And, eh, some people juggle geese.