I love this quote, but the truth of the matter is that it REALLY only takes one drink to get me drunk: not the thirteenth or fourteenth, the first. I never built up the tolerance for alcohol and the fact that it takes so little for me to get out of control makes me avoid it even more. Maybe I didn’t party enough as a teenager, but I just don’t do well with alcohol.
The important thing is knowing my limit. Mine is one. After that, my voice becomes too loud and the filtering process between my brain and my mouth completely breaks down. People end up hearing WAY more about my personal thoughts than they wanted to hear.
What’s your limit? Is it one? Is it thirteen? Is it zero? Whatever your limit is, make a commitment to yourself to stick to it this holiday season. You’ll have happier parties and no one will hear intimate details about your last colonoscopy.