Drunk On Love

(I work at a store that sells, among many things, beer and wine. Two hours before the end of my shift, my girlfriend comes in and buys a good sized (but not huge) bottle of wine. As she leaves, I jokingly say not to drink it all at once. Two hours later, I get to her apartment and find that while reading she has, in fact, downed the entire bottle, so she is fairly tipsy, to say the least.)

Girlfriend: “You know I love you, right?”

Me: “Of course. I love you, too.”

Girlfriend: “No, but not, like, drunk love. Like, when you’re drunk and are all like ‘I love you, man.’”

Me: “I know what you mean.”

Girlfriend: “It’s real love, which is, like, drunk love multiplied by forever…”

Me: *stares for a second, then we both burst out laughing* “My god, I need to write down what you say when drunk…”