Why am I such a lightweight?

I'm sitting on the couch munching on snap peas and drinking some wine, which I am in desperate need of because my brother, for the past 15 minutes, has been yelling NA NA NA NA NAAAAAA at the top of his lungs. There's more words to that little ditty, but these are the most intrusive ones. So you can see why the alcohol is essential. But so far I've only had half a glass and yet I am feeeeling it. On the one hand it's convenient because once I finally hit the blessed age of 21 I will save myself a lot of money. On the other hand, it's a little embarrassing. I come from a long line of strong Russian and Jewish stock, cultures which do very few things without first drinking a lot. So shouldn't one of my numerous skills be the ability to process large amounts of alcohol without this embarrassing propensity to start saying every single thing that comes into my head at slightly inappropriate volumes? And if any of you feel the urge to point out to me that I do this when I'm sober as well, then you are lame because that would be way too easy. While I do tend to have more verbal diarrhea than I should at my age, there is a noticeable increase with spirits. So shut up Sveta. 

On a separate note, I've discovered an awesome blog written by a woman in Utah. Read it at dooce.com. She is also great with a camera and posts a lot of her own photos.