svedka vodka is f*ing good - part 1

svedka vodka is f*ing good, but not as f*ing good as EFFEN black cherry vodka (mixed with diet or regular 7-up, and two cherries, it's hands-down my favorite cocktail).

i was exposed to it for the first time last nite. me, rae and mike polished off that svedka bottle and had a damn good time doing it. mixed with red bull, the three incredibly strong drinks i had shifted me into another world, and it was wonderful. we listened to both my 'drink' and 'slowdown' playlists on my ipod, with seinfeld on low volume in the background, and sang loudly (horribly off-key, our neighbors must love us now) and bonded. it was one of those classic nights of friendship and inebriation.

i am not an alcoholic (i know this because i have a friend who is one, and we are nothing alike when it comes to our booze habits) but i do so look forward to/savor the moment of when i capture the buzz. i love when my head begins to feel light, weightless, like i can remove it from my body. i love how warm i feel inside, like i'm falling in love or beaming with pride over an accomplishment. i love how my face lights up, my cheeks turn pink and my eyes glaze over. in this haze, i am able to see things more clearly, which doesn't make sense, but i go with it anyway, because it feels right and i always like what i see. i love how i feel skinnier and i love how i think. the world makes so much sense, and i take in everything from a fresh new perspective. i have KNOWLEDGE. i know why the world is the way it is! in fact, i could compare this heightened state to opening my eyes for the first time in my life, and seeing everything differently. sometimes better, sometimes worse, but it's always different.

and then i look in the mirror and think "wtf? i know i'm not this ugly." i hate how i transform after the first sip. usually after two drinks, i look cuter/more mischievous/more open/more affectionate. i have that glint in my eyes that SPELLS trouble. and then usually after 4+ drinks, i just look trashed. i look like i need to be rescued. or just put to bed.

ok, back to work. part 2 i will go into the devastation of coming down from this buzz. sometimes it's not so bad, but last night, it was bad. the thoughts that go on in my head sometimes ......