God, you must realize something: Even though I have found a mate to settle my nerves a bit here, Old hounds still roam! j/k Jess and I go way back...to the forestfires of 2002.
I can't hold alcohol very well at all. I don't drink now, but in the past when I have, it didn't take much. My friends used to say I'd crack them up because I'd be sitting there all quiet, and then I'd just come out with some Jack Handy type deep thought all of a sudden. I think they were just laughing because they too were drunk.