So I recently planned a Google Hangout as a way of selling pre-orders for my novel, Notes from the Internet Apocalypse. But I had a secret agenda besides selling pre-orders for my novel, Notes from the Internet Apocalypse: I wanted to get drunk. With friends. And by Jove, that's just what I did! (While selling pre-orders for my novel, Notes from the Internet Apocalypse.)
For the purposes of this column, each person in this photo will represent a drunk persona. Nothing in this article should be mistaken for an actual event that actually occurred, despite me saying that these things actually occurred.
A few weeks ago, it was my privilege to play live-streaming drinking games with Cracked's own Brendan McGinley, as well as Nick Leftley, Brian Cullen, and Alli Reed. And because I'm all about killing as many birds with as few stones as possible, I made sure to be extra observant throughout the evening for things I could share with you, the lovely and talented Cracked readers. I learned a lot that night, but five things stick out the most: the five people you can become after a night of drinking.
5The Dude Who Changes Persona
Did you know alcohol has the ability to lower your inhibitions? Of course it does. It says so on this SADD website. Y'see, ethanol affects the central nervous system, impairing some of the judgment centers of the brain. And with lowered inhibitions, some people feel free to become some whole other person. You know what I mean. Suddenly one of your friends is a tough guy or a ladies man when he never was one before. Suddenly he's an expert explorer, barking out directions for the best route to your destination, or suddenly he's the guy who tells everyone where it's at. The friend you know has suddenly decided to become another person.
Alli: The Re-Inventer
We were halfway through the party, which was meant to be devoted to drinking, joking, and booksellin', when suddenly a brand new Alli Reed emerged. No longer was she the bright, young, witty writer we'd known from the Internet, but a sassy preteen, hellbent on turning our party into a sleepover.
"Let's play truth or dare," she giggled, suddenly wearing big, pink, fuzzy slippers.
"We're here to drink and sell books, Alli," I said, setting up a group of shots.
"UGH!" she exclaimed. "Who do you think is the cutest boy in movies? When I grow up, I'm gonna marry Devon Sawa!!!"
Nick tried to appease Alli with some fingernail painting and gossiping about boys, but you could tell his heart wasn't in it. Alli ultimately left early to write "Alli Sawa" in her spiral notebook 600 times while grooving to 98 Degrees.
Sometimes the 11-year-old inside you is only a few drinks away.
4The Dude Who Breaks Stuff
Did you know drinking affects your motor skills? Of course you did. You've all knocked over the potato salad at more than one party, right? Y'know, those potato salad parties that you kids all love.
You kids know how to live. In my day, we were content with Chex Mix.
Anyway, that's because alcohol affects the part of your brain called the cerebellum, which controls muscle movement. Muscle movements start as signals in the cerebral cortex but pass the medulla, where they are influenced by nerve impulses from the cerebellum. And when you're drunk, it's a bad influence. So whereas your body might be trying to send a signal that says "Put the potato salad down gently and enjoy the party," your drunk-ass cerebellum is whispering "Psst, that table is actually one foot lower and made of goo," leading your muscles to compensate accordingly -- and incorrectly. Booze makes you spazzy.
Gladstone: The Breakstuffer
Well, I may have the ability to grow a rich, luxurious beard, but alcohol affects me just like any other man. And if I drink enough, pretty soon I'll break something. Most likely your heart, because I'm dreamy, baby, but also real stuff. For example, during the night, I was truly touched that Brendan, Nick, and Alli bought me some engraved whiskey stones that spelled out "Gladstone." So touched, in fact, that I attempted to balance four stones spelling "GLAD" on top of five stones spelling "STONE." And here's the fun thing. I didn't. Here's the moment the "D" somehow fell off my drunken palm before cracking on the table:
Drunk enough to break a stone.
"That's not a true story," you say. "You can't break a stone." Maybe you're right, but my question is this: "Why weren't you skeptical about the Alli story above?"