What is "tipsy"

Usage examples of "tipsy".

Next two pairs of tipsy men fought with quarter-staves, and two more pairs with blunted, edgeless, and padded swords, while the drinking went on .

His 180-ton rig rose thirty cents off the deck, slid out of its bay, and sashayed down the ramp, waving its empennage like a slightly tipsy iron dinosaur.

As for the Expansionist members, they drank in their imagined responses to such revolts like fine wine, getting tipsy on vintage visions of retaliation.

I fired the engine and we moved off to a clatter of tins tipsy nerks had tied to the rear bumper.

Martin looking tipsy in a tux, Mitch Miller with his sing-along smile, Diane Renay in her middy blouse and perky sailor cap.

With tight lips and a bitten back curse, he steadied his tipsy seductress and asked where she kept her nightclothes.

So we sailed on about ten miles down to the Moriches Inlet, where the Coast Guard were so busy towing boats and pulling tipsy people out of the drink, they could hardly be expected to notice one little boat like ours that had tiptoed up the Inland Waterway full of illegal immigrants and illicit contraband, about to creep in beneath their unsuspecting eyes.

On the glass-topped table separating them, a pile of polystyrene beefburger cartons, overflowing ashtrays and toppled beer cans bore witness to an evening of over-indulgence that had rendered the builder and his girlfriend bloated, tipsy and spoiling for a fight.

Charbon came back to the dome, a squeeze-bulb in his hand, already rosily tipsy.

Too unsubstantial to sustain its own weight, it sprawls, like the track of a tipsy snail, indeterminately, slowly developing its sinuosities over the irregular surface of a rock, and slightly adherent thereto, throughout its whole length.

She was sulking in her cage, her back turned on the tipsy spargen in the next cage.

But her body when tipsy has a brittleness, an unconnectedness, that feels disagreeable in his arms.

He raked his unshelved books into tipsy piles, grabbed bits of string and augury cards to use as stopgap markers, then gave up and left the last covers flopped open, stacked in alcoves and unswept corners.

Perhaps Signore Lante was a bit tipsy and confused this citizen with this legendary Bigfoot he was here to hunt for?

Couples strolled together and tipsy revelers staggered on the pavements and discreet prostitutes, many of them part-time actresses and supers, discreetly plied their trade.