Cousin C recently went to a party. It was her sister-in-law's 30th birthday and not knowing anyone particularly well, she ended up a bit outside the centre of events. She was joined in her corner by another "outsider", and the two of them soon started laughing at their own awkwardness in not wanting to mingle.
"Perhaps we should just get drunk?" the boy suggested. C thought this seemed like a reasonable idea and asked him to produce his poison of choice.
A bottle of Finnish Mint Vodka appeared.
After what C puts down as "roughly 15 min later", she went home.
Waking up without a hangover and no apparent memory gaps, she was really surprised when told "OMG, you were SO drunk last night!!"
The "roughly 15 min" had in reality been many hours. She had spent those hours wobbling around the party, talking to herself.
"I do recall that the girl who drove me home looked strangely at me a few times, so I suppose it's possible that it went down that way".
In her typical chilled attitude she thought whatever Finnish Mint Vodka does to you it couldn't be all that bad...
"...for all the times I've woken up wishing that I didn't remember what I got up to the night before!!"