Happy and loud, give me some double shots of vodka and watch me yell happily about muffins.
Amazingly, I never seem to get hangovers, but well I guess i drink kinda responsibly while still being way more than tipsy.
I remember the first time I got properly drunk was at a fur-meet in London. Everything was snugly, loud, happy and whenever possible yelling about muffins - apparently I'd gone wondering for god knows how long searching for a muffin at some point. It was a great laugh!