Blame it on the alcohol:'the you have had enough'
I came home from downtown Sac this evening from a wonderful friend's birthday party. A woman I did not know almost threw up on me and I held her hair back as she threw up in the bathroom sink at a restaurant. She had too much to drink and her date was waiting outside and looked dumbly in my direction as I called for a waiter for the mess clean up and for some water for the lady. She repeatedly told me how embarrassed she was, and that she couldn't find the faucet handle..... Gross right? and she 'blames it on the alcohol'.
How does this all go again? You had too much, but you claim it was all part of the fun...you say... Your parents are disappointed in you and it doesn't look good. Flash forward. It's your 21st birthday and the drinks are flowing. No one tells you to eat food or drink water, or to quit the chugging. You keep going. Shot after shot after shot. Your friends start to look pretty blurry and you are dancing on the dance floor, maybe some clothes come off, maybe you kissed some people, you can't find your ID, and suddenly things are starting to spin. Sure you could be reading this right now and think no, not me, I'd never do that. Well, that scenario is one of many in my past. In fact, it was the crash course starter where it all began. I was in college and it seemed like a right of passage to drink at your 21st birthday. Luckily I went out with some buddies who landed me back at my dorm safely, but wasn't the best of circumstances. I kept going because I thought it was cool. The pressure was on. I was the newbie in the group who had never had any alcohol besides wine or beer at dinner. BORING. After that night I went on a spree. Once the weekend hit, it was time to party. I went out to clubs and bars and went crazy, got lost, played stupid, jumped a fence, waded in a river... pretty much wild things. Everyone tells you 'oh that's nothing, wait till you do this, or that happens.' Yes, but what if when that happens I won't remember? In Reno, they have the world's best pub crawls. People dress up for each one, the most popular is zombie crawl for Halloween. Anyways, its an all out, rage and insane drunk fest where people stay in hotels from all over and just go till 6am or whenever they feel like stopping. I went to a pirate crawl with high heeled boots, a short black dress and fishnets. If any of you know Reno, at night, its not like Sacramento, it's cold! I froze for two and a half hours with some friends trying to find our way back to the college, no money for a cab, drunk off our butts and laughing like nobody's business. Sure college was the best of times and it was the worst of times. One night, I had had way too much to drink downtown, with some people I didn't really know well, and thought were cool friends/people. Not only did they ditch me in the bar, they laughed as I got sick in the bathroom. Sound familiar? Yea it was awful. I walked the eight blocks back to my apartment and stumbled up the stairs ALONE. Not SAFE! I thought they liked me, and I hoped if I drank like they did, it would help. Fast forward to when you are designated driver or friend babysitter. Friend code, not speaking about personal incidents, but if you have been on the other end cleaning up the mess, you know what I am talking about. You hold their hair back as they puke, or you hold their purse when they go to the bathroom, drive them home safely and they sleep on your couch. Or worse, you wrestle a friends keys out of their hands so they won't drive drunk. I have helped a ton of friends while they were inebriated, or assisted people close to me with the very same occurences. Trust me on this one, its not pretty, nor is it worth it to drink excessively. Believe me, I was there. I'm still young and I still have a lot of learning to do, but one night changed that. I was in downtown Roseville, short teeny black dress, cold as can be, drunk and my so-called buddy left me after attempting to call a cab and I got dropped off at Target because I couldn't find my ID, had to call my parents and my brother to compe pick me up, they drove home in silence as I sat shivering in their back seat. Pleasant huh? Take happy hour for a try after work. Yes, I was there too. I was the girl on the lounge seats pounding the drinks like warrior queen and not realizing how much it hit me till I was making out with a boy I had sworn was a jerk. YIKES! Not bagging here, but I hit rock bottom and got to a point where it wasn't so cool to wake up hungover in the morning, forgetting where you were, still rather sick, feeling rather low, and emotional as if that liquid courage did absolutely nothing for you. People don't get me wrong, drink and have a good time, but it's your choice how that night goes and what happens with it. I have seen people I care about get DUI's, arrested, and do things they probably should not. You have one life, live it, you bet your bottom dollar, but don't be a fool and drink yourself into oblivion then later blame it on the alcohol because you weren't smart enough to hold off on another round or double shot. Drinking at home or at a friends and knowing you are staying the night is fine, but out and about with no ride or you are driving, one is enough. That woman tonight was me a couple years ago. Alone, cold, embarrassed, feeling kind of dumb, and blaming it on the alcohol. No honey, blame it on your choice to drink too much. This is Miss Moxie signing off to make sure she has no vomit on her jeans, hands or body before she goes to bed. Night all, be safe!
How does this all go again? You had too much, but you claim it was all part of the fun...you say... Your parents are disappointed in you and it doesn't look good. Flash forward. It's your 21st birthday and the drinks are flowing. No one tells you to eat food or drink water, or to quit the chugging. You keep going. Shot after shot after shot. Your friends start to look pretty blurry and you are dancing on the dance floor, maybe some clothes come off, maybe you kissed some people, you can't find your ID, and suddenly things are starting to spin. Sure you could be reading this right now and think no, not me, I'd never do that. Well, that scenario is one of many in my past. In fact, it was the crash course starter where it all began. I was in college and it seemed like a right of passage to drink at your 21st birthday. Luckily I went out with some buddies who landed me back at my dorm safely, but wasn't the best of circumstances. I kept going because I thought it was cool. The pressure was on. I was the newbie in the group who had never had any alcohol besides wine or beer at dinner. BORING. After that night I went on a spree. Once the weekend hit, it was time to party. I went out to clubs and bars and went crazy, got lost, played stupid, jumped a fence, waded in a river... pretty much wild things. Everyone tells you 'oh that's nothing, wait till you do this, or that happens.' Yes, but what if when that happens I won't remember? In Reno, they have the world's best pub crawls. People dress up for each one, the most popular is zombie crawl for Halloween. Anyways, its an all out, rage and insane drunk fest where people stay in hotels from all over and just go till 6am or whenever they feel like stopping. I went to a pirate crawl with high heeled boots, a short black dress and fishnets. If any of you know Reno, at night, its not like Sacramento, it's cold! I froze for two and a half hours with some friends trying to find our way back to the college, no money for a cab, drunk off our butts and laughing like nobody's business. Sure college was the best of times and it was the worst of times. One night, I had had way too much to drink downtown, with some people I didn't really know well, and thought were cool friends/people. Not only did they ditch me in the bar, they laughed as I got sick in the bathroom. Sound familiar? Yea it was awful. I walked the eight blocks back to my apartment and stumbled up the stairs ALONE. Not SAFE! I thought they liked me, and I hoped if I drank like they did, it would help. Fast forward to when you are designated driver or friend babysitter. Friend code, not speaking about personal incidents, but if you have been on the other end cleaning up the mess, you know what I am talking about. You hold their hair back as they puke, or you hold their purse when they go to the bathroom, drive them home safely and they sleep on your couch. Or worse, you wrestle a friends keys out of their hands so they won't drive drunk. I have helped a ton of friends while they were inebriated, or assisted people close to me with the very same occurences. Trust me on this one, its not pretty, nor is it worth it to drink excessively. Believe me, I was there. I'm still young and I still have a lot of learning to do, but one night changed that. I was in downtown Roseville, short teeny black dress, cold as can be, drunk and my so-called buddy left me after attempting to call a cab and I got dropped off at Target because I couldn't find my ID, had to call my parents and my brother to compe pick me up, they drove home in silence as I sat shivering in their back seat. Pleasant huh? Take happy hour for a try after work. Yes, I was there too. I was the girl on the lounge seats pounding the drinks like warrior queen and not realizing how much it hit me till I was making out with a boy I had sworn was a jerk. YIKES! Not bagging here, but I hit rock bottom and got to a point where it wasn't so cool to wake up hungover in the morning, forgetting where you were, still rather sick, feeling rather low, and emotional as if that liquid courage did absolutely nothing for you. People don't get me wrong, drink and have a good time, but it's your choice how that night goes and what happens with it. I have seen people I care about get DUI's, arrested, and do things they probably should not. You have one life, live it, you bet your bottom dollar, but don't be a fool and drink yourself into oblivion then later blame it on the alcohol because you weren't smart enough to hold off on another round or double shot. Drinking at home or at a friends and knowing you are staying the night is fine, but out and about with no ride or you are driving, one is enough. That woman tonight was me a couple years ago. Alone, cold, embarrassed, feeling kind of dumb, and blaming it on the alcohol. No honey, blame it on your choice to drink too much. This is Miss Moxie signing off to make sure she has no vomit on her jeans, hands or body before she goes to bed. Night all, be safe!
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