Drunks Are Not Cute
I don't know what some people say but drunks are not cute. I am so grateful for people who let me crash at their places when I want to get away. The scent fruity alcoholic scents was so overpowering when I walked into the house that if I was hungover, I'm sure I would have hurled. I think that's the difference. One of my roommates loves to drink. He'll stay home to get people to come over to him and drink. Drinking games are prevalent. I'm not a drinker. I do drink. There are times when I love my beer and times when I want something vodka. And sometimes when I want shots (bartender Sean made my favorite shot). But truly, drinking really does not seem that exciting to me.
In our timeline of drinking, the house parties we initially started going to was about drinking and socializing. Drinking games were frowned upon. Good music was frowned upon. These were my friends and I was glad to socialize. But they became increasingly boring when the conversations turned to appeal only to the older generations. I felt as if I needed a brandy and a cigar to enjoy some of the ho-hum conversations. It was just a changing of people. So, times have changed. The bar scene was a time of flirtations, new friends and a lot of fun. But again, the repetition dwindled. With the influence of my newest roommate, drinking parties are more common. Building Battle Ships board game out of our kitchen table and shot glasses, beer pong, slap cup, and several card games...that's my household's sort of idea of fun.
There's a time and a place. I don't want to play a game where I'm forced to down as much of my drink as possible. That doesn't seem like fun.
So, what am I getting down to? I just may start looking for alternative living arrangements. Just maybe.
But for now, because they fucking would not shut up Thursday night when they knew I had to go to work on Friday morning, I will blare my music and not be quiet. It's not nice. We've all been there on a hangover morning (well, sort of) when there's that one person who won't leave you alone and won't let you sleep. I don't care. I'm that person right now. I wanted some peace and quiet. I am done being passive, fuckers.
In our timeline of drinking, the house parties we initially started going to was about drinking and socializing. Drinking games were frowned upon. Good music was frowned upon. These were my friends and I was glad to socialize. But they became increasingly boring when the conversations turned to appeal only to the older generations. I felt as if I needed a brandy and a cigar to enjoy some of the ho-hum conversations. It was just a changing of people. So, times have changed. The bar scene was a time of flirtations, new friends and a lot of fun. But again, the repetition dwindled. With the influence of my newest roommate, drinking parties are more common. Building Battle Ships board game out of our kitchen table and shot glasses, beer pong, slap cup, and several card games...that's my household's sort of idea of fun.
There's a time and a place. I don't want to play a game where I'm forced to down as much of my drink as possible. That doesn't seem like fun.
So, what am I getting down to? I just may start looking for alternative living arrangements. Just maybe.
But for now, because they fucking would not shut up Thursday night when they knew I had to go to work on Friday morning, I will blare my music and not be quiet. It's not nice. We've all been there on a hangover morning (well, sort of) when there's that one person who won't leave you alone and won't let you sleep. I don't care. I'm that person right now. I wanted some peace and quiet. I am done being passive, fuckers.