Revelry

Partier that I am, I had all of one sip of champagne. It's not my drink; I prefer asti spumante, its much sweeter cousin. Even then, I think my days of enjoying things alcoholic are long gone. I have enough trouble staying awake without alcohol, and being of northern European extraction my pale skin turns bright red after about half a sip.

But on the rare occasions I do drink, oh good lord. I say inappropriate things at a volume I'm unable to control. I think I'm whispering and I'm practically yelling. Entertaining, I've heard. Rare, but entertaining.