I don't usually get that drunk, but when I do it's like my inner SFP just burst forth to frolic in the sunshine. I'm overly happy to be alive, I love everyone, and I want to dance...a lot. Three beers is about all it takes if you're interested in knowing all the reasons I think you're a beautiful human being, why life is beautiful, and how I think all your dreams will totally come true. I tend to make a lot of friends when I'm wasted, incidentally. Can never remember any of them. I'll occasionally be out somewhere and some person (or group of people) will just be fucking THRILLED to see me, and I'll have absolutely no clue who the hell they are. I don't know if that counts as honesty, but I certainly get in touch with some part of myself that I don't usually show in my day to day.