Hmm, I'm pondering Stuart Hardwick's response, because there are a few more factors I'd add.Who IS the person who can afford to fill a pool with alcohol? What are you planning, training for the Channel swim? Or just a dip?ETOH evaporates very quickly. That's why it comes in bottles. Liquor is not pure alcohol, so there are other factors. When it's hot, it evaporates even more quickly. You weren't planning on a polar plunge in Moscow, were you? Because you'd be dead from hypothermia before you got drunk.You can get drunk from alcohol vapors, but let's assume you're talking about a regular pool--not one that has a tiny, closed dome to hold in the fumes. Therefore, you'd still be getting a good dose of nitrand oxygen. This isn't very efficient.Skin is a VERY effective barrier from many things that would otherwise harm your body--including absorbing liquor quickly. If it were more efficient, there's be a lot of bathtubs in bars--and presumably, the combination of naked drunk people and alcoholics would put bars out of business pretty fast. This question is fun, silly, and challenges your knowledge of physiology, but please prdetails about the nature of the liquor, the pool's temp., air temp., its covering, and just who is it you know who's got money to fill a pool with liquor?The question caught my eye, because my daughter and I love to go to the beach or lake on Sundays, bring the NYT Sunday Styles section, and mostly make fun of the people in the stories. Bill Cunningham's photos are probably the most bearable sections. The Summer Hamptonites should be put in a large pile on Memorial Day and burned in an offering to the Gods of Reason, Good Manners and the Opposite of Conspicuous Consumption.One day we got a laugh that has lasted for YEARS over a Hamptons drink called the Yachtini. As best I recall, it was a huge urn or bowl filled with champagne and hard liquor. We liked to make up stories about the lifestyle of our extremely handsome, gay cat, Patches. He had imaginary friends and adventures, well known for his supermodel days and dance skills and style.Luxor, the tubby and pampered black cat we met while waiting for the M104 down 5th, was his best friend, although Patches resented the wealthy disparity. It wasn't a party without Patches. We imagined them diving into a huge garden urn filled with Yachtinis. Luxor dove in and got most of the other guests soaked. Patches, always trim, dove in without a splash, and continued dancing up a storm.Patches died a couple years ago at age 17. I'd hate to think he died too young because of our imaginary stories of him swimming in alcohol.