Most of us have a rule of thumb we following when it comes to how much we drink. Some of them even work.
There’s the philosophical…
I drink until I’m full of regrets.
Literally my rule of thumb is “don’t die”.
The physical…
If I vomit I might have gone too far.
You know when you go pee and you start marvelling at the bathroom tiles and forgetting to lock the door? THAT’S when you know you should probably stop.
I stop drinking when my texts “hello, I love you” come out like “hary o love yuo”. Another warning sign is when I start messaging people I love them.
When I dive out of the conversation to smile into space for 20 minutes, I know it’s time to reconnect with my old mate, Uber.
Drinking while flying doesn’t make you more drunk, although mixing alcohol with medication to calm you down will certainly have an effect. A classic scene from the movie Bridesmaids.
The practical…
I’ve adopted the second venue rule. When people start to move to a second venue, that’s when it’s time to bail for me.