Here's a curve for the principle generally.
As you can probably imagine, there are lots of other things you could overlay onto this plot. To wit:
Things can get really bad too. Then you're in the negative. This is "abject misery" and includes vomiting, bed wetting, waking up in jail and so on. This is where "too drunk to fly" happens.
We've all been there.
Further, the shape of the parabola varies from person to person, and it varies for a person depending on the conditions at hand like hydration state, nutrition levels, degree and nature of concomitantly administered substances, health status, age, and so on. One’s drunkenness parabola can therefore be used as something of a fingerprint for their general drinking capacity, or a snapshot of a particularly memorable round of boozing. I’ll show you what I mean.
Much like Costanza in the pool, the SSOD of drunkenness shrinks with age. In my twenties I could drink a lot, sometimes even epically, before I tipped over the edge of the SSOD into dysphoria. My SSOD was a broad plateau, a mesa of fun. In my thirties the SSOD shrank to a mere hill. Now, in my mid-forties, my SSOD is like the dip of a dull spear and about as useful. So it goes.
As a result, I frequently and accidentally fall into the dysphoria side of the curve nowadays. I assume you're similarly situated. Here's a graphical representation with some examples from your inner monologue along the downward slide into abject misery.
As I said before, some people have wildly different curves. Here's TR circa 1994:
When we were kids TR had an egregiously large bad decision zone. It started at the end of his SSOD and ended well into abject misery. Apex TR was often the coolest guy in the room, picking out great music, making funny jokes, playing pool and beerpong well. After that things could get weird. He might do something that isn't that funny, but you let it go. Then it gets stranger and stranger until you find yourself with a dead woodchuck propped up in a lawn chair with sunglasses, a cigarette and a handful of naked lady playing cards and telling people "This is Lambo's new shake, they nicknamed him Chuck!"
TR's curve was also unique in that he had this amazing plateau of negative fun which coincided with a certain look in his eyes. Many of you recall The Look. When you saw it you knew anything could happen. Anyway, at a point where any normal person would have passed out, TR powered through, wreaking havoc and causing mass discomfort. Naked bike rides in hurricanes? Head positioned between two speakers blaring Bathtub Gin on repeat? It's enough to give another guy a panic attack and make him to pass out.
After the negative plateau phase things got dark. Someone usually wound up on the wrong end of a beating, perhaps with their own flip-flop, or there was a trip to 7-11 for diarrhea dogs. None of this happens nowadays.
Here's a curve for FOG:TB Ian:
Ian still has the capacity for epic drinking. His SSOD is broad and flat. That said, his descent into dysphoria is a thing to behold. For hours he can be the life of the party, cracking jokes and telling great stories. Then, in a flash, he's suddenly breaking things. Seconds later he expresses tremendous remorse for his outburst and engages in self-flagellation. He then staggers away into the night and eventually passes out someplace familiar like the back of his truck or under the Martha Wood. But because of his amazing ability to metabolize alcohol, this negative fun plateau can get dragged out for hours.
Feel free to print this post out and carry it with you so you can identify where you are on the curve of drunkenness the next time you go out. Then you'll know where you stand. And knowing is half the battle.
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