By The Nightlife Blogger, PubClub.com
I freely admit it. I enjoy being buzzed.
That’s the feeling one gets after having a few beers or cocktails, perhaps a couple of shots. I get happy, friendly (more happy and friendly than ususal, which is saying a lot), want to talk to people who are out and in general have postive vibes about everything.
I’m talking about pleasantly buzzed. Not drunk, mind you. I don’t like that feeling at all. That’s because when I’m drunk I do not have full control of myself and things around me. I’m better off pulling the ripcord and heading home and I know it. Frankly, being drunk is a buzzkill.
Plesantly buzzed, on the other hand, means having a euphoric feeling, inspired by just enough alcohol to be exited by life and things around me and willing to expeience more of it. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I am a people person and I’m a happy person when I drink. I like being around other people who are the same way and those are my good friends.
I have been pleasantly buzzed at many bars and events – Jimmy Buffett concerts, going back to campus for a football game and at Catalina’s Island’s Buccanneer Days (back before they ruined it anyway) and parthing in Mykonos comes to mind. There have been many other times and places, too. Sometimes it involves simply going out, running into fun people and having a memorable evening. Often, the unplanned stuff is as much fun as the planned ones.
I do know of people who are bad drunks. I’m using the term “drunks” loosely; what I really mean is people who are drinkers, who can’t handle their alcohol. Instead of wanting to start a party or be a part of a party, they expose a dark side of their personality.
I have a friend who is a waitress at a cool locals bar in California and a great singer and who is working hard to launch a singing career. She is nice, friendly and knee-weaking adorable. And she’s jealous of me.
“When you drink,” she told me, “you get all happy. You’re fun. I can’t drink because I get mean and angry. I wish I could be more like you.”
I was complimented by her comment but also wanted to go into my Life Coach mode to try and help her but, heck, I just asked her to bring me another beer. That’s what she preferred me to do anyway.
Of couse, I was pleasantly buzzed at the time. But not drunk.
About The Nightlife Blogger
The Nightlife Blogger is an AP award-winning journalist who has been traveling the world visiting pubs and clubs for more than 20 years.