I am drunk but...

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I've been at a private party for the stable and agistment staff and owners of Paul Beshara's race horse 'Happy Trails. They just won a million dollar race called the LKS MacKinnon in Flemington, Melbourne, Australia.

The winning jockey, Damien Oliver is also a family friend and his late brother Jason, was a close personal friend of family. Damien is a prodigy. I saw him ride his first ever city ride, which was a winner too, a horse called 'Massingham.' He was about fourteen then yet to me he looked like an old man, an experienced, horse expert, that day. I couldn't believe my eyes, what I was looking at... But he has proved it ever since. He is a genius.

Someone I know had a hundred thousand dollars - fifty thousand each-way - on Happy Trails today.

One of my friends is a professional DJ and she played a short set this evening.

The agistment property where Happy Trails goes off-season is in McLaren Vale in South Australia and it is the place that someone known to all of you is thinking about retiring to: Hillary C.

I'm drinking something called Richard Hamilton shiraz - also from McLaren Vale - which I've never had before. The bottle says I should be able to taste hints of nutmeg and cinnamon. Okay...

Sarah is playing Tritonal feat. Cristina Soto 'Piercing Quiet.'

The trouble with these things is that they are simply bloody fantastic. Australia during Spring Racing Carnival is the absolute best place on earth. And the food is outstanding.

I'd like to think I'd be able to perform later tonight... But at the present moment I seriously doubt it. The shiraz is just plain too easy to get into.

Happy Trails, the horse, is suggested by its trainer to be the best weight-for-age racehorse in the world today; and it is a very true running horse. Very honest and straightforward. Strong, too. It could be, the best WFA horse around at the moment. It's possible.

I love big money horse racing. And winning of course. And big time sex.

I'm doing some work for some people right now that is extremely dangerous...

I'll be at the G20 Committee Conference Meeting in a few days.

You will see me with Peta Wilson and... And... someone, someone you won't believe who.

It's actually not that I drink a lot at all, I've got low body fat and just one glass will get to me but then after that I get over a plateau and it's all just fun without the pain or the fog. And I can still place a Crimson Trace dead-on. But you don't need to know about that.

Sarah, come over here. Write some words.

'Hi.'

Oh, that's great. Anything else.

'Wanna see my tits?'

They can't see them here. Not unless you do a selfie and post it somewhere.

The track is playing:

'the world's in constant motion, and so are all of us, you love the glow of sunrise, my stars come out at night.

'your quiet pierces right through me, there's freedom renewed, it takes me to a placed where, the solace drops right through,' giggle...

'As you cut your ties with burden, the ground gets further away, now that we are weightless, I just have to say...

'Come night, Solace drops right through.'

Sarah. Upstairs. Hotel room.

Oh god. My head is swimming.

I still remember young Damien though, pushing the horse's head forward with BOTH hands.

Sarah. Just give me your panties. Take them off.
 
Drunk posting, nothing like it.

9:30am and I am on my third Bloody Mary, so I'll be there in a couple of hours.
 
Drunk posting, nothing like it.

9:30am and I am on my third Bloody Mary, so I'll be there in a couple of hours.

Methink you give it too much credit:

The name drops and dollar amounts alone make me think it's just 100% bullshit.

If it were true drunk posting, there would be typos.

If it's in reference to 'when I was drunk earlier' what's with the G20 ?

Am I to think there is a wealthy and politically connected individual posting in the AH, while at the same time exposing racy sex life details?

Please....
 
If it were true drunk posting, there would be typos.

Untrue!

I was steaming last weekend and even though I couldn't remember writing them, various posts on various social media were all spelt correctly. Even 'prodigious', as in 'My hangover tomorrow will be prodigious'.
 
Untrue!

I was steaming last weekend and even though I couldn't remember writing them, various posts on various social media were all spelt correctly. Even 'prodigious', as in 'My hangover tomorrow will be prodigious'.

So you're saying that drunks can get savant spelling skills?
 
Methink you give it too much credit:

The name drops and dollar amounts alone make me think it's just 100% bullshit.

If it were true drunk posting, there would be typos.

If it's in reference to 'when I was drunk earlier' what's with the G20 ?

Am I to think there is a wealthy and politically connected individual posting in the AH, while at the same time exposing racy sex life details?

Please....

Depends on the person. I can type well while inebriated. I also get better and better at pool the more I drink. I think its the fact I'm no longer "can that shot work" but fuck yeah that's going to go!
 
Depends on the person. I can type well while inebriated. I also get better and better at pool the more I drink. I think its the fact I'm no longer "can that shot work" but fuck yeah that's going to go!

So you concur that drunks get savant skills?
 
So you concur that drunks get savant skills?

I think that alcohol lowers worries and inhibitions "liquid courage" you tend not to tense up and worry about things and I think your body goes on autopilot. The mind can really screw things up so if you blur it....
 
I think that alcohol lowers worries and inhibitions "liquid courage" you tend not to tense up and worry about things and I think your body goes on autopilot.

Some of the best Christmas cookies and brownies I ever made was one night on a marathon baking spree fueled by alcohol.
 
I don't think I'm politically connected. I know a few politicians and I have friends who are politically connected - but not me! I stay away from real politics as much as possible.

I've got low body fat and I certainly don't overdrink - but I spend EXTRA effort with spelling knowing that I am intoxicated. Two glasses and I am gone.

Haven't got a headache today so the wine was okay stuff.

And I'm definitely not wealthy personally - certainly not in today's terms of what that means.
 
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I don't think I'm politically connected. I know a few politicians and I have friends who are politically connected - but not me! I stay away from real politics as much as possible.

I've got low body fat and I certainly don't overdrink - but I spend EXTRA effort with spelling knowing that I am intoxicated. Two glasses and I am gone.

Haven't got a headache today so the wine was okay stuff.

And I'm definitely not wealthy personally - certainly not in today's terms of what that means.

One of my wife's relatives is very politically connected so when we went to her daughter's wedding (her 600 guest wedding) there were a lot of current and former politicians running around....

My wife cut me off after four drinks. She knew what would have been coming had I gotten a good buzz on and been drawn into a conversation with a couple of those corrupt d-bags.
 
DMMW's op counts only if he has sex with PETA. Otherwise, it's a nice abstract.
 
Depends on the person. I can type well while inebriated. I also get better and better at pool the more I drink. I think its the fact I'm no longer "can that shot work" but fuck yeah that's going to go!

I used to be an epic pool player at exactly two-and-a-half drinks. No more, no less. Friends couldn't believe the shots I made. Once I drank more, I'd turn to back to shit.
 
I don't drink enough to get drunk. Occasional beer, but that's about it. Haven't felt the need to get drunk since...oh, let's see now...uh...the '80s.

That night it was a lot of gin and tonics with a twist of lime. I remember because they made me blind. Have you ever tried to drive while blind? Well not completely. I could see about four feet in front of the car. The wife navigated. I could see red lights a little farther out, so I didn't run any.

Why wasn't the wife driving, you may ask? She couldn't drive stick. Back then I had stick. Made it home and into bed. Was sicker than a dog the next day though.

That was the last time a I had a drink for a very long time. A decade or so.
 
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I don't drink enough to get drunk. Occasional beer, but that's about it. Haven't felt the need to get drunk since...oh, let's see now...uh...the '80s.

That night it was a lot of gin and tonics with a twist of lime. I remember because they made me blind. Have you ever tried to drive while blind? Well not completely. I could see about four feet in front of the car. The wife navigated. I could see red lights a little farther out, so I didn't run any.

Why wasn't the wife driving, you may ask? She could drive stick. Back then I had stick. Made it home and into bed. Was sicker than a dog the next day though.

That was the last time a I had a drink for a very long time. A decade or so.

About ten years ago I was at a party where there were a bunch of frat boy types and was shooting pool and fell into the useless game of showing the kids I could drink their punk asses under the table.

Was doing shots of Sambuca all night. The next morning was the only time I have ever been seriously sick from drinking and all I could taste was that shit.

To this day not only can't I touch the stuff, but the smell of licorice turns my stomach.
 
To this day not only can't I touch the stuff, but the smell of licorice turns my stomach.

Ditto. At a rugby social in uni, I was made to drink a baby bottle of assorted shots. Once of them was Pernod. Haven't been able to touch anything of that ilk since, including sambuca and ouzo and fennel. My stomach heaves and I turn green.

I worked in a bar for a couple of years after that, always had to ask a colleague to serve if they asked for Pernod. Vile stuff.

Strange, as I'll often get totally shitfaced on cider and wine, and sometimes be puking the next day, and nothing's ever put me off that. Despite hangovers getting worse as time goes by.
 
Ditto. At a rugby social in uni, I was made to drink a baby bottle of assorted shots. Once of them was Pernod. Haven't been able to touch anything of that ilk since, including sambuca and ouzo.

I worked in a bar for a couple of years after that, always had to ask a colleague to serve if they asked for Pernod. Vile stuff.

Strange, as I'll often get totally shitfaced on cider and wine, and sometimes be puking the next day, and nothing's ever put me off that stuff. Despite hangovers getting worse as time goes by.

As I've gotten older I have pretty much settled in with my old friend Jack and I can consume it to the point people think I would most likely bleed it. For whatever reason(drinking it for 30 years, maybe) it does not hit me as hard as other people.

On the other hand Johnny Walker Black can send me to a good buzz in little to no time.

Had some Walker Blue a few months ago. Goddamn that stuff is good, but...I think about $300 a bottle so, um...not a regular thing.
 
I like Winston Churchill's response. At a society gathering, a matron (rightfully) accused him of being drunk. He said something like, "Yes madam, but in the morning, I shall be sober, and you will still be stupid."
 
The last (and only time) I was drunk was the summer of 1985, when I took my family to an office BBQ at some senior officer's house in the D.C. suburbs immediately upon returning from three years in Bangkok. It was one of those big Victorian places that originally were in the country with a big lawn that subdivisions were built around starting after WWII. In Bangkok I mostly drank beer. At this party, I was drinking scotch and sodas. But the senior officer's teenage daughter was mixing the drinks. Must have made me triples, because after the third drink I was dead drunk on the front lawn. My family had to find me and throw me on the floor of the backseat of our rental car and cart me back to the motel.

I've switched almost exclusively to wine since then--and not more than enough to get a pleasant buzz.
 
I like Winston Churchill's response. At a society gathering, a matron (rightfully) accused him of being drunk. He said something like, "Yes madam, but in the morning, I shall be sober, and you will still be stupid."

I thought that it was that she'd still be ugly. But it works either way.
 
About ten years ago I was at a party where there were a bunch of frat boy types and was shooting pool and fell into the useless game of showing the kids I could drink their punk asses under the table.

Was doing shots of Sambuca all night. The next morning was the only time I have ever been seriously sick from drinking and all I could taste was that shit.

To this day not only can't I touch the stuff, but the smell of licorice turns my stomach.

Hehe...I hate licorice.

Now my wife...the first time she had a drink was a beer. Half a can got her loopy. A few swigs off a bottle of Red Ripple and she was falling down drunk.

Anyway, long story short...she could, ten years into our marriage, drink hardened alcoholics under the table. Two friends kept buy pitchers of beer seeing if they could get her drunk. First one then the other slide under the table while the wife was shouting "More beer!"

They never lived that one down.
 
Best use of Sambuca I've seen is mixing it into foods. We used to make Sambuca brownies and mix it into milkshakes.
 
I like Winston Churchill's response. At a society gathering, a matron (rightfully) accused him of being drunk. He said something like, "Yes madam, but in the morning, I shall be sober, and you will still be stupid."

It was the House of Commons and Lady Astor said to Churchill, "you're drunk sir."

His reply was, "I may be drunk, miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly."

Also from Lady Astor;
"If I were married to you I would put poison in your coffee."

Winston: "Miss, If I were married to you, I'd drink it."
 
Churchill, a good politician, historian, and racanteur. Not a good house guest from what I've heard.
 
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