Sarah's Scribbles by Sarah Andersen for April 03, 2024

I’m the first type of drunk when I’m drunk, and the second type of drunk when I’m sober.

Haven’t got drunk in years.

there’s more ;+)

If you’ve drunk a lot and the bathroom is occupied, you might seek to relieve yourself in the woods.

I try my best not to remember the type of drunk I was when I still drank alcohol.

I might have a drink, but I don’t get drunk any more. I can’t afford it.

I want to hear more about the third type. Bet there are some great stories there!

I’m the type of drunk that, after two beers when we went out to eat after my grandfather’s wake (and after flying across the country and not having eaten anything all day before someone ordered me a beer to toast my grandfather), looked over at my sister and her then-fiance (now husband of 19 years), slammed my glass down on the table, and said “I need a woman!”

Ironically enough, a few months later, I met my wife.

That 3rd type of person is the worst. Need a leash or something for them.

Into the woods we go again, we have to every now and then . . .

A hike in the woods and forgot his beer.

Twinkle twinkle little star

I wonder how drunk is I are?

I’m unable of getting drunk. But I would love to be the third type.

I’m a sad drunk: “Everyone hates me.” Doesn’t help I actually suffer from Depression. So yeah: I quit drinking real quick. Didn’t last a year.

And the 4th kind rings your doorbell at 2:30, pukes in the vicinity of the toilet, and then passes out on the couch.

She missed one: The Jekyll & Hyde. Flips back and forth between the first two with little-to-no warning or reason, and does, occasionally, toward the end of a long evening of drinking stupidly, indulge in the third type, as well.