yeah. probably.
the story, though, was fun.
This kid informed my roommate and I that he would share his tequila with us, it being Cinco De Mayo and all. I found this lame, but said sure. He brought it over, explained the whole lime/salt/whatever thing. I declared that I wouldn't be sucking any limes. He took a shot, and declared it wonderful.
My roommate then attempted the shot, his first shot ever, and basically choked/coughed for a good 30 seconds. His face was red as we laughed, and he said "fine, motherfucker, you fuck*ng drink it then!"
I licked the salt and downed the shot with a straight face. I then said something to the effect of "I am never drinking that shit again."
To be honest, so far the only alcohols I have been able to differentiate are as follows:
Franzia vs. Real Wine: Tastes/looks less like a juice box. So, mixed outcome.
Shitty Vodka vs. Real Vodka: Wow, see, this doesn't taste like gasoline.
crappy beers of various types vs. uber-expensive imported beer: Wow, I actually found a beer I like! *second sip* wait... no. No, that was a lie. beer is not my thing. Maybe next year.
And yes, paul, part of it is that my mouth is a pussy. I mean... I am a pussy. I mean... no part of me is a pu$$y.
I am in no part a pu$$y.
But it is true that my palate is over-sensitive. To everything, not just alcohols of various types.