Thea Fitz-James serves up a heady cocktail in her one-woman examination of being a female and drinking.

Sweetness: one part college party girl, drunk not just on liquor but on empowerment and the vitality of being newly responsible and squandering that responsibility. Sourness: one part academic alcoholic, too busy pontificating on the transformative powers of intoxication to notice she's finished the bottle. A dash of bitters comes from interspersed literary quotes on women and drinking. Mix with a performance effervescent and serious in good balance, and garnish with some fun audience interaction.

Unfortunately, I'm ultimately more confused than buzzed. Fitz-James admits to not having conclusions, as she's still figuring out how alcohol and feminism should interact in her own life. Still, I find myself disappointed that despite all of her skill in concocting and serving up ideas, this drunk girl doesn't have anything really potent or potable to say.