Drunken Nights and Worse Mornings to Follow: Alex's Journey into Alcoholism
So I was coming home from JACC last night and needed a costume for Summer's party that night. Inspired by a hat from dad's closet and a lingerie piece from mom's, I came up with this:
What was I? Um....
A deranged Rocky Horror reject 80s whore press manager police officer goth?
sure....
But after Summer's party (and a potentially awkward situation involving Zack, Danica, my outfit, and myself), Alex and I headed out with two flaming gay boys to a party in Irvine.
I don't drink.
They all do.
I volunteered myself for designated driver (to hell if I know how to drive Alex's Benz, but that'd be a learning experience in its own right).
So Alex gets shit faced. Shit. Faced. It was insane. A few noteworthy moments:
- he made out with a girl.
- he called his ex and left a 5ish minute drunken message against my wishes.
- he kissed gay man Larry's ass. Literally.
- he confessed some stuff to me.
- he had night terrors.
In the meantime, Jimmy's out at University of Wisconsin getting shit faced as well-- just not nearly as bad. I stared at my phone constantly awaiting any form of communication with him. Seeing as he doesn't drink or anything usually, I was particularly worried about him. Yeah.
Simultaneously, I'm taking care of Alex (petting his hair, keeping him on a bed, etc.) and engaging in sober conversation with the most sober person there besides myself who, coinsidentially, wasn't too sober afterall.
Then a car crash happens outside. A drunken hit-and-run. I'm like.... whatthefuck. Cops come. I'm tempted to go down there and deal with it and correctly report it and all, but my wallet was not with me, I'm at an alcohol party as a minor, and I'm dressed like a fucking... I don't even know. The person throwing the party (who was well over 21) stumbled down there and suddenly played sober surprisingly well.
I lost Jimmy to what I suspected was sleep at this point.
I slept after eating a few crackers, watching disturbing images of Larry humping an Anakin cut-out, and listening as gay men exchanged sex and buttcrack stories.
Telling Alex about his night the morning after was well worth it.
And, please... never lemme wear porn star shoes a whole night. Pain. Pain. PAIN.
And, finally, thank the GODS that Jimmy is okay.... that Alex is okay... that the car crash people are okay.... Had anything happened to anyone, I don't even know what I would have done. But something evil. Maybe.
What was I? Um....
A deranged Rocky Horror reject 80s whore press manager police officer goth?
sure....
But after Summer's party (and a potentially awkward situation involving Zack, Danica, my outfit, and myself), Alex and I headed out with two flaming gay boys to a party in Irvine.
I don't drink.
They all do.
I volunteered myself for designated driver (to hell if I know how to drive Alex's Benz, but that'd be a learning experience in its own right).
So Alex gets shit faced. Shit. Faced. It was insane. A few noteworthy moments:
- he made out with a girl.
- he called his ex and left a 5ish minute drunken message against my wishes.
- he kissed gay man Larry's ass. Literally.
- he confessed some stuff to me.
- he had night terrors.
In the meantime, Jimmy's out at University of Wisconsin getting shit faced as well-- just not nearly as bad. I stared at my phone constantly awaiting any form of communication with him. Seeing as he doesn't drink or anything usually, I was particularly worried about him. Yeah.
Simultaneously, I'm taking care of Alex (petting his hair, keeping him on a bed, etc.) and engaging in sober conversation with the most sober person there besides myself who, coinsidentially, wasn't too sober afterall.
Then a car crash happens outside. A drunken hit-and-run. I'm like.... whatthefuck. Cops come. I'm tempted to go down there and deal with it and correctly report it and all, but my wallet was not with me, I'm at an alcohol party as a minor, and I'm dressed like a fucking... I don't even know. The person throwing the party (who was well over 21) stumbled down there and suddenly played sober surprisingly well.
I lost Jimmy to what I suspected was sleep at this point.
I slept after eating a few crackers, watching disturbing images of Larry humping an Anakin cut-out, and listening as gay men exchanged sex and buttcrack stories.
Telling Alex about his night the morning after was well worth it.
And, please... never lemme wear porn star shoes a whole night. Pain. Pain. PAIN.
And, finally, thank the GODS that Jimmy is okay.... that Alex is okay... that the car crash people are okay.... Had anything happened to anyone, I don't even know what I would have done. But something evil. Maybe.