Update 1 - On Vacation but Not Really
I decided I would give myself a little break when I got here, have a few drinks.
I was drunk all weekend.
So sick, in fact, that it took me three days to get over it.
One for the hangover and two for the days that I wouldn't come out of the room because I was mortified at what I had done. Even though there is a large contingent of drinkers here, I was convinced that I had been the worst. The most obnoxious, the most drunk, the most obvious.
I wasn't.
Dick knows that. He kicked me out of the room yesterday so I could get some fresh air (because let me tell you, the smokers' dorm? Yeah, the air is just not so fresh and so clean!) and I peddled around , headed for the beach but actually ran into one of the girls that I had been out with Saturday night.
She wanted me to drink with her.
I said No.
She said "Why?"
I said, "I'm Done."
She told me she was disappointed in me.
I said that she was just going to have to be.
She inquired if I was done drinking for the rest of the time I was here.
I said yup, that that had been my one big bang and that was it for me.
She said, "I thought we were BFF!"
I said that I was the enabling kind and that I'd go anywhere or do anything with her, but that I wasn't going to drink.
Some of the company said "Why don't you drink?"
I said, "I'm on a break. Haven't had a drink since May, except for last weekend."
Why? Are you an alcoholic?
I said,"No, worked long hours with people who drank, didn't have any money, and, I needed a break."
Everyone regarded me with a kind of,"hunh."
And she kept trying to get me to drink.
We're going to a different island this weekend. She said, "Are you really not going to drink?"
"Probably not."
"We'll go to the beach tomorrow. I'll bring a cooler."
"We'll see." But I'm turning Japanese, and I really mean "No."
If I continued to drink here, I wouldn't be able to put my best foot forward. The one that I WANT to put forward. And this place is so small. I really don't want to fuck that up. If people say, "Wow she celebrated her first weekend and then we haven't seen a peep out of her since," that's okay. But I do not want to be associated with "crazy, drunk," or "wild". Been there, done that. Took the trophy home.
However, if people are only speculating about what they think they know? I can deal with that.
Jane Says, "You put your BEST foot in, you put your BEST foot out. You put your BEST foot in, and you shake it all about..."
I was drunk all weekend.
So sick, in fact, that it took me three days to get over it.
One for the hangover and two for the days that I wouldn't come out of the room because I was mortified at what I had done. Even though there is a large contingent of drinkers here, I was convinced that I had been the worst. The most obnoxious, the most drunk, the most obvious.
I wasn't.
Dick knows that. He kicked me out of the room yesterday so I could get some fresh air (because let me tell you, the smokers' dorm? Yeah, the air is just not so fresh and so clean!) and I peddled around , headed for the beach but actually ran into one of the girls that I had been out with Saturday night.
She wanted me to drink with her.
I said No.
She said "Why?"
I said, "I'm Done."
She told me she was disappointed in me.
I said that she was just going to have to be.
She inquired if I was done drinking for the rest of the time I was here.
I said yup, that that had been my one big bang and that was it for me.
She said, "I thought we were BFF!"
I said that I was the enabling kind and that I'd go anywhere or do anything with her, but that I wasn't going to drink.
Some of the company said "Why don't you drink?"
I said, "I'm on a break. Haven't had a drink since May, except for last weekend."
Why? Are you an alcoholic?
I said,"No, worked long hours with people who drank, didn't have any money, and, I needed a break."
Everyone regarded me with a kind of,"hunh."
And she kept trying to get me to drink.
We're going to a different island this weekend. She said, "Are you really not going to drink?"
"Probably not."
"We'll go to the beach tomorrow. I'll bring a cooler."
"We'll see." But I'm turning Japanese, and I really mean "No."
If I continued to drink here, I wouldn't be able to put my best foot forward. The one that I WANT to put forward. And this place is so small. I really don't want to fuck that up. If people say, "Wow she celebrated her first weekend and then we haven't seen a peep out of her since," that's okay. But I do not want to be associated with "crazy, drunk," or "wild". Been there, done that. Took the trophy home.
However, if people are only speculating about what they think they know? I can deal with that.
Jane Says, "You put your BEST foot in, you put your BEST foot out. You put your BEST foot in, and you shake it all about..."
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