I B N(ever drinking again)
For such a terribly anticipated event, I'm kind of disappointed. Granted, I had to learn the hard way that five drinks in two hours is a serious breach in the relationship I have with my liver... but still. There are nights when everything just feels so right that it's clearly worth the eventual EMS call/visit to Vassar Bros., but I have nothing good to say.
Maybe, when I'm forty-something, I'll look back on this and think, "Well, it was a necessary experience. You learned from it." Yeah. Lesson learned. Never choose booze over Harry Potter ever again.
I think the worst part is that I don't remember what I said to you, or what you said to me exactly, save for a few bursts of broken dialogue. And judging from those hazy recollections, and the salt on my cheeks, and the fact that I wanted nothing more than to go home... nothing's gotten easier, and I'm nowhere closer to understanding this. Or knowing what you want.
Maybe, when I'm forty-something, I'll look back on this and think, "Well, it was a necessary experience. You learned from it." Yeah. Lesson learned. Never choose booze over Harry Potter ever again.
I think the worst part is that I don't remember what I said to you, or what you said to me exactly, save for a few bursts of broken dialogue. And judging from those hazy recollections, and the salt on my cheeks, and the fact that I wanted nothing more than to go home... nothing's gotten easier, and I'm nowhere closer to understanding this. Or knowing what you want.