conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a description for a book titled Things Drunk People Say about York, City with the genre: Cookbooks, Food & Wine, Beverages & Wine
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the authoris an editor and writer who lives in New York City. She does not drink and she does not lie.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first three paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Things Drunk People Say
  I can only remember a few times in my life when I've regretted the things I've said—the moments in anger, in passion, out of spite, carelessly, insensitively. All those other times, I'd been sober. Suffice it to say that my own quotable drunk moments have wisely been repressed. But I have to say it: Talking under the inuence is a pretty effective method of communication. Slurring and lisping aside, I'd argue that it helps improve projection and candor. It makes friends and it lightens moods. It shows that you can be in touch with your emotions, albeit briey and tumultuously. Most important, it's fucking hilarious.
  There is little bar-goers love to hate (or just plain hate) more than an intoxicated train wreck, especially if the train wreck won't stop talking.
  Case in point: One time I stumbled into a twenty-minute conversation with a girl who couldn't stop crying over how badly her shoes hurt her feet. In between her sobs and my laughter, she went off on some boisterous tangent about how I "don't know how it looks to be her," that "people have a lot more things going on on top of the surface," and that "not everyone can handle the life [she] never got to have." Yeah, it didn't make any sense to me either, but I'm glad I got front row seats to that freak show because it kept me laughing for the rest of the night.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Drunk talk lets you finally get that nagging peeve off your chest in a sloshed, overdue scream out; say "I love you" for the fist time (sigh, guilty); bask in a surge of bravery and break up with that asshole of a boyfriend or girlfriend; smother someone who doesn't care with your dark family history; make a best friend in someone who agrees that the line to the bathroom is totally long; or generally dive into inappropriate, obnoxious, yet fun, random pleasantries. Frankly, sober talk is drunk talk's bitch.
  Drunk talk has no limits—something you will learn in the coming pages, and, if you should be so lucky, in life. But it does have stages that range from mistakenly sober to unmistakably wasted. These drunk quotes begin relatively tame, gradually get progressively absurd, and eventually, finish as delightfully offensive. The quotes you're about to encounter were conceived in the vulnerable brains of drunk people, overheard by bystanders, passed on to me, shoved into a very pretty box, and re-gifted to you. You're welcome.
  Nothing serious, here. You're only beginning to smile goofily, and because your acquaintances have seen your liquid intake, they're not throwing the "Had a little too much to drink there?" and "Oooh! Someone's drunk" around yet. (Good thing, too. The Getting There stage is the only stage in which trite, pseudo-accusations won't anger you. Moving forward, however, your defensiveness against people who rightly accuse you of being drunk will triple. And that's because there's an enormous stage between tipsy and obliterated in which you become too aware of your intoxication, and begin to border on paranoid. But I'm getting one stage ahead of myself.)
  So you're smiling goofily. You generally have control over your basic motor skills... but hold that thought. For some reason, it's important that you comment on a bystander's similar taste in shoes, to laugh over it until your interaction fizzles into awkward silence because you're still sober enough to know neither of you really gives a shit. And then for some reason, you must know said bystander's alma mater. And maybe share your weekly cigarette with this person. (See: "I only smoke when I drink.") For some alcohol-fueled reason...
  By now, you're either overcome with affection for or are verbally assaulting everyone around you. When you were only Getting There, your inhibitions allowed you at least an iota of self-awareness. (I.e.: If you saw someone with an agreeable face, you panned right past. Now, there's a strong chance you're in each other's arms).
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Now, there's a strong chance you're in each other's arms). Frankly, sober talk is drunk talk's bitch.
  Drunk talk has no limits—something you will learn in the coming pages, and, if you should be so lucky, in life. But it does have stages that range from mistakenly sober to unmistakably wasted. These drunk quotes begin relatively tame, gradually get progressively absurd, and eventually, finish as delightfully offensive. The quotes you're about to encounter were conceived in the vulnerable brains of drunk people, overheard by bystanders, passed on to me, shoved into a very pretty box, and re-gifted to you. You're welcome.
  Nothing serious, here. You're only beginning to smile goofily, and because your acquaintances have seen your liquid intake, they're not throwing the "Had a little too much to drink there?" and "Oooh! Someone's drunk" around yet. (Good thing, too. The Getting There stage is the only stage in which trite, pseudo-accusations won't anger you. Moving forward, however, your defensiveness against people who rightly accuse you of being drunk will triple. And that's because there's an enormous stage between tipsy and obliterated in which you become too aware of your intoxication, and begin to border on paranoid. But I'm getting one stage ahead of myself.)
  So you're smiling goofily. You generally have control over your basic motor skills... but hold that thought. For some reason, it's important that you comment on a bystander's similar taste in shoes, to laugh over it until your interaction fizzles into awkward silence because you're still sober enough to know neither of you really gives a shit. And then for some reason, you must know said bystander's alma mater. And maybe share your weekly cigarette with this person. (See: "I only smoke when I drink.") For some alcohol-fueled reason...
  By now, you're either overcome with affection for or are verbally assaulting everyone around you. When you were only Getting There, your inhibitions allowed you at least an iota of self-awareness. (I.e.: If you saw someone with an agreeable face, you panned right past.Drunk talk lets you finally get that nagging peeve off your chest in a sloshed, overdue scream out; say "I love you" for the fist time (sigh, guilty); bask in a surge of bravery and break up with that asshole of a boyfriend or girlfriend; smother someone who doesn't care with your dark family history; make a best friend in someone who agrees that the line to the bathroom is totally long; or generally dive into inappropriate, obnoxious, yet fun, random pleasantries.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: With the morning that follows the night these words were born comes a strong chance you'll want to take half the things you said back. And if you get stuck having slurred at someone who isn't quick to forgive, I hear the "I was drunk" thing makes an excellent fallback. So does "I don't really remember anything from last night."
  But what about the things you slurred that made it to these pages? They're embarrassing, revealing, ruining. They might as well have been written in stone, because anyone can hang them over your head, now. That thing you've been trying to forget has just been leaked, clearly with no regard to your reputation. Exactly. Good times, everyone. Keep talking.
  Will, your passion, talent, and critical eye always inspire me to give nothing less than everything, and create nothing less than beautiful. This just wouldn't have been as fun without you. You mind-bottle me.
  To friends, friends of friends, friends of friends of friends, and complete strangers who shared their drunk quotes with me, thanks a lot. There was nothing quite like waking up to your drunk texts, voice messages, and e-mails. What the hell. Keep 'em coming.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Keep 'em coming.. What the hell. There was nothing quite like waking up to your drunk texts, voice messages, and e-mails.
  To friends, friends of friends, friends of friends of friends, and complete strangers who shared their drunk quotes with me, thanks a lot. You mind-bottle me. This just wouldn't have been as fun without you.
  Will, your passion, talent, and critical eye always inspire me to give nothing less than everything, and create nothing less than beautiful. Keep talking. Good times, everyone. Exactly. That thing you've been trying to forget has just been leaked, clearly with no regard to your reputation. They might as well have been written in stone, because anyone can hang them over your head, now."
  But what about the things you slurred that made it to these pages? They're embarrassing, revealing, ruining. So does "I don't really remember anything from last night. And if you get stuck having slurred at someone who isn't quick to forgive, I hear the "I was drunk" thing makes an excellent fallback.With the morning that follows the night these words were born comes a strong chance you'll want to take half the things you said back