There needs to be a word. Y’know. For when you’re sitting down, everything’s fine. But then you stand up and WHOA HELLO SUNSHINE!!! Suddenly you can’t walk straight and the room’s a lot smaller than you are. And you bump into things. And you google a lot. Giggle. I mean yes there’s wordss like drunk and inebretated or whatever. But they just talk about the act. The State Of Being drunk. I’m talking about the Feeling. And the transition from “I’m sober, all totally fine” to “Why is the world spinning around me and how am I supposed to get to the bathroom when it keeps moving like that?”
Whatever it is, it’s a good word. Because it’s a good feeling. That’s how linguine works.
ADDENDUM:
Linguistics, not linguine.
The title for this post, Transitional Euphoria, was suggested in the comments to this Facebook post by Zola Cat.