Or at least I liked to believe I was. A friend of mine and I were just reminiscing about the good old days. They were a little more recent for her, but I had to laugh at how similiar they were for the two of us.

Our discussion began when Margaritas were brought up, while sipping on some pomegranate berry juice. I mentioned that adding some vodka to the juice might not be a bad idea (not right this second; perhaps later in the week), but you wouldn't be able to drink too many of them. After talking at length about how we don't like sickening sweet, girly, frou frou drinks, we each shared stories of our drinking experiences.

It appears that both she and I had similiar tastes in alcohol when we started on our long journey to the promised land (i.e. getting drunk). Both having grown up with more guy friends than girl friends, we needed to prove our mettle in the boys camp, so we chose to partake in the heavier stuff - liquor.

When asked if we would like some cola to mix our whiskey with, would we take it? Hell No!

When handed something to use a chaser after we did our shots of whiskey, would we take it? Hell No!

When we asked if any of the other girls, that would pop in from time to time, would like a shot of our delicious beverages, would they accept the challenge? Hell No!

Would the guys step up and drink with us? Hell No! (This was either because the guys were, in fact, smarter than us when it came to drinking, or they were a bunch of pansy asses).

Now, let me clear something up, while I've got you here. Not only did we drink our liquor with flair and panache, we did it without being "that girl". You know, the one that gets so sloppy drunk that she tries to hook up with every guy at the party, only to pass out in the middle of the room,usually with her skirt around her waist or in a pool of her own vomit. That girl. The one that swore she had such a great time Saturday night, but can't remember when she left (if she did), how she got home, or where she slept. That girl. The one everybody snickered and pointed at on Monday morning. That girl.

Nope, we held our liquor. We stopped when we were drunk and not a complete blabbering idiot. We drank like manly men.

We drank like Teenage Badasses.