This is how it's gonna go down
Alright so this weekend was very much fun and yet at the same time very much tiring and boring. I mean at the time of the party I was having a blast but in the overall scheme of things, it's all we ever do. Get together and be weird.
I want to do something else, I want to NOT get drunk and fall a lot I want to NOT make bad impressions of new faces I want to be ABLE to remember things the next morning.
And Lord help me I do not have a drinking problem but if that's going to be an issue I need to change my path.
Even though it wasn't illegal for me to be as drunk as I was Saturday night because they can't do anything to you on your own property and technically I still live there.
And I didn't even mean to, some jackass I don't even know thought it would be funny to see all the minor girls stumble around in a drunken stupor.
We were drinking pop.
Okay correction, gin and pop.
And I wouldn't have even have been drinking POP if my water at the old house didn't suck. I gave up pop.
And the milk in the refrigerator, I am sure, is bad.
But yes, alcoholism runs very deeply in the blood of my family and I am very susceptible to it's dark side even more because I inherited the dreaded temper.
I even told myself I wasn't going to drink anymore until it was legal because I always do something horribly regrettable. This time it wasn't so bad.
Cleaning up the next morning however, woo. Jesse from my day shift hung out with us Friday AND Saturday, so I'm sure he thinks I'm a nutjob. I cried both nights, though the second time it wasn't even my doing.
The first night I cried because I lost my keys and I guess this is how I started balling Saturday.
Bert: Oh no Courtney somebody threw up in the bathroom.
Courtney: Did they fall in?
Kara: No, Courtney, they puked all over the place.
Courtney: You know the last time I did that was when my dad died : bursts into tears :
Okay I'm sorry, this isn't funny if you don't know me, and even if you do but not very well, it still isn't funny.
But to people like Kara and Clarissa if they didn't bust out laughing it had to be very difficult, because when I heard the story I did. And no, it's not mean. But I seldom cry about that event anymore and when I do it's very briefly so for me to start balling about it just measures the effect of too much gin. I guess then it had been raining for a little while so I tranced outside and sat in the rain and Bert found me and Bert and Jesse found me sitting on an old chair outside just staring up at the sky and mumbling something about the rain. Bert was completely drunk and Jesse was getting there but they got me back inside and I guess I kept repeating "The rain, the RAIN! Do you feel it!" and "Jesse knows... he knows.. everything's gonna be o-kay." and Jeff Cook, a guy we know, had to leave the room because he was laughing so hard.
Is it possible to get drunk differently with different drinks?
Because I know too much vodka turns me into Johnny Appleseed, Tequila makes me pass out in dangerous places, and I guess gin amps me weirdness.
Like I said before I do NOT have a drinking problem, I just have a drinking experience problem. We breed 'em young here. because there's nothing else to do. But that's no excuse I mean I know I shouldn't be drinking but there's always this pressure point and after seeing everybody else get drunk and having a fun time I figure WHAT THE HELL, down a few shots of this and drink a few glasses of it mixed with something, and before you know it, I'm attempting to stand on a brown bowling ball.
Also known as a sphere of rootbeer.
So with that thought I'll leave you all as I took a bath last night but lost water heat before I could wash my hair so I'm off to do that, then get ready for work.
I must say, even though it was overall the same, I did have a good time.
YOU shoulda been there.
I want to do something else, I want to NOT get drunk and fall a lot I want to NOT make bad impressions of new faces I want to be ABLE to remember things the next morning.
And Lord help me I do not have a drinking problem but if that's going to be an issue I need to change my path.
Even though it wasn't illegal for me to be as drunk as I was Saturday night because they can't do anything to you on your own property and technically I still live there.
And I didn't even mean to, some jackass I don't even know thought it would be funny to see all the minor girls stumble around in a drunken stupor.
We were drinking pop.
Okay correction, gin and pop.
And I wouldn't have even have been drinking POP if my water at the old house didn't suck. I gave up pop.
And the milk in the refrigerator, I am sure, is bad.
But yes, alcoholism runs very deeply in the blood of my family and I am very susceptible to it's dark side even more because I inherited the dreaded temper.
I even told myself I wasn't going to drink anymore until it was legal because I always do something horribly regrettable. This time it wasn't so bad.
Cleaning up the next morning however, woo. Jesse from my day shift hung out with us Friday AND Saturday, so I'm sure he thinks I'm a nutjob. I cried both nights, though the second time it wasn't even my doing.
The first night I cried because I lost my keys and I guess this is how I started balling Saturday.
Bert: Oh no Courtney somebody threw up in the bathroom.
Courtney: Did they fall in?
Kara: No, Courtney, they puked all over the place.
Courtney: You know the last time I did that was when my dad died : bursts into tears :
Okay I'm sorry, this isn't funny if you don't know me, and even if you do but not very well, it still isn't funny.
But to people like Kara and Clarissa if they didn't bust out laughing it had to be very difficult, because when I heard the story I did. And no, it's not mean. But I seldom cry about that event anymore and when I do it's very briefly so for me to start balling about it just measures the effect of too much gin. I guess then it had been raining for a little while so I tranced outside and sat in the rain and Bert found me and Bert and Jesse found me sitting on an old chair outside just staring up at the sky and mumbling something about the rain. Bert was completely drunk and Jesse was getting there but they got me back inside and I guess I kept repeating "The rain, the RAIN! Do you feel it!" and "Jesse knows... he knows.. everything's gonna be o-kay." and Jeff Cook, a guy we know, had to leave the room because he was laughing so hard.
Is it possible to get drunk differently with different drinks?
Because I know too much vodka turns me into Johnny Appleseed, Tequila makes me pass out in dangerous places, and I guess gin amps me weirdness.
Like I said before I do NOT have a drinking problem, I just have a drinking experience problem. We breed 'em young here. because there's nothing else to do. But that's no excuse I mean I know I shouldn't be drinking but there's always this pressure point and after seeing everybody else get drunk and having a fun time I figure WHAT THE HELL, down a few shots of this and drink a few glasses of it mixed with something, and before you know it, I'm attempting to stand on a brown bowling ball.
Also known as a sphere of rootbeer.
So with that thought I'll leave you all as I took a bath last night but lost water heat before I could wash my hair so I'm off to do that, then get ready for work.
I must say, even though it was overall the same, I did have a good time.
YOU shoulda been there.