That’s what I get for not attempting to pay my alcohol forward.Ĭaity: I have had Pimm’s cups before and found them O.K. Our sense of purpose led us to chugging them, which gave me a brain freeze. Rich: This was not my favorite Pimm’s cup. In retrospect, I certainly regret that she did not take it. She politely declined but did thank me “so much’’ and said my offer was ‘’so nice.’’ I bet she regretted not taking it. ‘’You need it more than I do,’’ I said, and then hoped this wasn’t rude. I identified the drink to her and then tried several times to just give it to her for free (illegal! (?)). That wasn’t part of the Rules, but it was half weird so I allowed it just to watch it play out.Ĭaity: She had a baby strapped to her and she seemed desperate to know what I was drinking. And then I watched you try to give your drink to a woman who inquired about it. I heard someone say, “E-damn-zactly” to someone outside and that tickled me so. ![]() Once on our roadie way, I immediately felt drunk. Fancy a bit of the old in out in out for your tip, chap? Rich: The person next to us ordered a Tanqueray and grapefruit and the rugger-esque bartender asked, “Double pour, two dollars more?” It was like we stumbled into A Clockwork Orange all of a sudden. ![]() Forever and predominantly concerned about being arrested for an open container violation, I asked if we could get them to go. ![]() And then I thrust myself into hell.Ĭaity: Like a couple of ‘Arry Potters, we popped into the Rose and Crown pub, approached the bar, and ordered two Pimm’s Cups. Germain Cocktail (made with champagne) at lunch. I was probably at about a 1.5 already, having had two glasses of Kir au Cassis at lunch. Starting level of drunk (1 to 10): Caity: 1.5 Rich 1.5Ĭaity: Because we’d just eaten lunch in France, we decided to start drinking in the neighboring UK. To gauge our drunkenness throughout the experiment, we self-reported it on a scale of 1 (sober) to 10 (blackout). Rich: The more that I have the think, the more that I can drink to say. I was reminded of a line from my favorite XTC song: ‘’The more that I have the drink, the more that I can think to say.’’ There are only so many things you can say about a bush trimmed into the shape of Cogsworth from Beauty & the Beast. ![]() We’d had so few occasions to shoot the shit over the course of the solid 96 hours we’d spent together since we left New York.Ĭaity: We had spent so many hours talking to one another by that point (in line for rides, on rides, walking to dinner, during dinner, walking back to the rental car after dinner, chatting about dinner over IM the next day), that I thought the alcohol might be a boon. Rich: I thought it would be a nice way to get to know you even better. I don’t like drinking but I do like being tipsy, and I absolutely love the world-particularly the sparkling clean version of it recreated in stunning detail on the Disney property. Now that we’ve drunk around the world, I have an even lesser understanding of why people do it.Ĭaity: I was excited to Drink Around the World. But who needs an excuse to get drunk-and isn’t the whole point that it’s inherently fun? Drinking games, even ones without any palpable competition such as Drinking Around the World, are like spoons full of sugar to help the sugar go down, except in this case, the sugar is fermented. It’s an excuse to get drunk, and a way of making that fun. Rich: The reason why people engage in the custom of “Drinking Around the World” at Epcot-having a drink at each of its 11 countries and its insultingly interstitial African Outpost-was a mystery to me before we did it. Caity Weaver and Rich Juzwiak, Gawker’s chief restaurant critics, recently ate, drank, and gasped their way through every international pavilion and theme park attraction at Walt Disney World’s Epcot.
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