drinking

     

I know I said I’d quit ranting about drugs, but hey I lied.  They’re always in my life, and I talk about my life, so I’m gonna have to talk about those sometimes.  Not just because of last night but in general, given the choice between weed and alcohol I’d choose weed for many different reasons.  Not as bad for you, zero calories, you'll never wake up with a headache or stomachache, you'll stay in control of yourself all night, and if you're like me, alcohol tends to put me in bad situations. For example….

  Last night I was drinking with a friend.  I was expecting to just get drunk and watch Gilmore girls all night... it didn't really turn out like that.  My friend and I decided to go for a walk and about halfway through it she got a call from one of her friends to go to a party at their house.  My friend is 22 and all the people at the party were 23 or older.  Unbeknownst to me, she was telling everybody I was 18(which I’m not mad about, because let’s face it. I like guys older than me.  Who wouldn’t?).  About halfway through the night, some guy who I still don't know his real name, (everyone was calling him moose) came up and asked me if I’d seen the roof. I hadn't so he took me up there. We crawled out a window and up two ladders, and looked out across the city.  I don't know how it happened, but all of a sudden he was kissing me and sticking his tongue in my mouth.  I told him I couldn't and to stop and that I was cold and afraid of heights, all of which were true, but he kept going and starting touching my "downstairs" if you know what I mean.  I was shaking and shivering, and he kept commenting on how cold I was, but we didn't get off the roof until about ten or fifteen minutes later.  When we went back down he didn't really try to talk to me at all, which I was fine with.  It might have been because a different guy was talking himself up to me.  If there's one thing I can’t stand, it when guys never stop talking and just brag and tell you stories about themselves all night.  By the time six in the morning rolled around I decided it was time to pass out. I crawled half way up the stairs and passed out.  Maybe five minutes later, Moose came and woke me up. To be perfectly honest I can’t even remember what he said but i ended up on a couch in a room with a cat box pretty filled up with poo.  I feel really guilty and ashamed about the Moose thing.  I clearly shouldn’t have gone to the roof in the first place, but I was curious and very very drunk.

    I woke up the next day with a terrible stomachache.  I drank water and ate a banana and an apple but it didn't help.  My friend took me to the bagel shop so I could get some starch in my stomach (yay) so I had a blueberry bagel with cream cheese.  i got home and had half a small tuna sandwich and still felt like crap so mi sleep until about five thirty, when I woke up my parents had made me dinner so i had a baked potato and asparagus.  So I had a ton of starch today and zero exercise.  This is why I never drink. That whole night and this morning was a prime example.  I can’t wait to work out tomorrow and not eat like a fat pig!  Tomorrow I'm hanging out with an ex boyfriend who went to college so that will be fun too.  I'm more than ready to be done with this weekend.