"Low Tolerance Night"

So apparently "priming the engine" has escalated into another drinking phenomenon...the "low tolerance night".

The "low tolerance night" is something I've never been able to figure out. You're talking to a gentleman who has put down enough liquor in one night to incapacitate a horse, yet for some reason, every once in a while I'll drink 3 beers and immediately become a giggling schoolgirl. I have yet to discover a pattern or a cause for this fleeting and seemingly indiscriminate lack of drinking tolerance, and I've had many years of field experience.

For instance- this evening, 3 of my new friends and the Belgian exchange student have gone missing. In my gullet. Normally, this would give me a small buzz, but right now I feel pretty funny. Michelle told me I'm talking too much and too loudly. I just tried to address an envelope and wrote my dentist's name in the top right hand corner, and I can't seem to stop uriniating!

Weird.

Guess I'll get another envelope...and another beer.