Young Drunks

I drank way too much. That’s not entirely true. Maybe I didn’t drink enough. I was drunk, but more sober than I really wanted to be. Do you know what I can’t stand? I’m not sure why, but I can’t stand people who can’t hold their liquor but pretend they can. I’ve had so much too drink that I’ve gotten sick. That’s not healthy, but okay – whatever. I’ve usually had that much to drink with the expectation, even the plan of getting sick. There’s a line between drunk and sick-drunk. Everyone’s line is different, but everyone has a line. You should know where your line is. I know where my line is. I know when I’ve reached that point. And I consciously make the decision to cross over the line or not. Sometimes I decide to cross it, sometimes I don’t. Either way, I know excatly where it is.

I can’t stand when people pretend they can keep drinking and remain vertical, when they clearly can’t. Sarah may be a lightweight, but she knows where her line is. She knows when she should stop drinking, or at least lay off it a little bit. James does not. He was trying to keep up with me. Now he made a few mistakes. A few rookie mistakes which show his age. He mixed wine, beer and liquor. There is a possible combination of the three, but you must be very careful and he was not. Everytime a shot was offered to him, he took it. Sarah turned them down, when she didn’t want one. He took them basically because I was pouring. He was also goading me. “Why aren’t you pouring more shots? Why aren’t you drinking more?” That doesn’t work with me, because I don’t get mad or upset. I just get even and start pouring. It takes a lot to get me stumbling drunk, especially when I just had a huge steak dinner with mashed potatoes and vegtables. The food in my stomach soaks up some of the alcohol and slows down the process. James was also pounding anything he could get his hands on, beer and wine wise. I was sipping, enjoying it.

Sarah and Kelly are lightweights. Most of my friends are lightweights to be honest. I think Yager and Nathan are some of the only people who can keep up with me. And I’m not even convinced about Yager. Nathan is a bad drinker sometimes too, but he’s a lot of fun. And while he’ll get sick, he can stay standing a lot longer than most people I know.

Darius said something last night about getting drunk. He says he doesn’t drink that much anymore due to too many fuzzy nights, which I totally understand. But he said that he wants to get drop down, stumbling drunk again. And I sitting there relatively sober, I agreed with him. I want to get so unbelievable drunk that I can’t stay standing on my own. The last time that happened was at my house after my grandfather passed away. Nathan came over and I think there were some other people there too. But I know that Nathan and I ended up staying up really late, getting more and more drunk and talking. It was shortly after my accident and after my grandfather’s funeral. I was not dealing well with all of that and the liquor helped it along a bit. Nathan and I were both unbelievable smashed beyond belief. It was really quite amusing, thinking back on it now.

A lot of secrets came out during the drinking. I’m not sure how secret they were because James was pretty forthcoming. Also way too willing and interested in taking off his pants. But that’s another story.

Moving is not my strong point right now. I’m going back to bed….