There is a fine line that separates being drunk and being pissed-drunk. A very fine, thin line, that is almost non-existent. Almost.
I found out that the best, and worst, way to find out what the difference between them, is your girlfriend telling you everything that you we’re doing with a high level of inebriation the night before.
There is no problem with just being drunk. People understands you when your just drunk. They even pity you sometimes. When your just drunk, it’s either your quiet or otherwise loud, but all the same you’re coherent, and you make sense amidst being slurry and sluggish. You still have your marbles.
Yes there can be an unexplainable smirk in your face when your drunk, or a gloomy, emo-ish aura, and there’s a possibility that you might do something stupid, or something more stupid than normal, something you know you’ll regret, yet you still continue with it, because amidst that, all in all, you’re aware, you’re okay, you know what you’re doing, you know that that your inhibitions have been thrown out the window. You know very well that one good sleep is all you need, and you’ll laugh about it the day after. That’s okay.
What’s not okay is this, picture someone walking down the street at 2 am in the morning, gesticulating foreign gang hand signs to anyone he run across to. Shouting “Vatos Locos! Vatos Locos! Esse!”, disregarding the fact that he’s Filipino, all because he saw a portion of a mexican film before going out on the street. “Vatos Locos Esse!”
