Alcohol and I
Posted on October 14, 2008 - Filed Under College, Life-In-General | 1 Comment
Nothing has driven home the fact that I have a problem with alcohol quite like video evidence of actions that my memory had blacked-out. Just to clarify right out the gate, I’m certainly not an alcoholic, and I’m certainly not dependent on alcohol. However, I am far too prone to getting seriously drunk when I go drinking, and I’m starting to recognise that this is a problem.
More than the sheer embarrassment that comes with making an absolute spectacle of myself in front of my peers, I have long stopped considering it funny to wake up in my bed with no recollection of how or when I got home, and this happened to me too often of late. Still, under certain circumstances it may well be for the best that I can’t recall much of the night before; for instance, had I known what a disgraceful mess I’d been on Sunday night I may well have just stayed in bed yesterday morning rather than face my class at 9 a.m.
At this point I probably should provide some context for the events of Sunday night. My class contains a large Canadian contingent, and so a Canadian Thanksgiving dinner had been organised for which everyone in the class was to prepare a dish. The food was fantastic and everything was really, really nice. In this relaxed and civilised atmosphere I had been steadily working through my 6 bottles of Bulmers, and, upon finishing them circa 9 p.m., moved on to one of those small bottles of Jägermeister. Then someone from the class showed up with a bottle of Jameson and that’s pretty much the last thing I recall.
Unfortunately for me, that’s not the last thing everyone else recalls, and I apparently spent the rest of the night hollering and hassling people about going to town (I don’t know why). I also came perilously close to spilling wine (which seemingly followed the Jameson) all over carpets, and I got sick in the host’s flowerbed. When we eventually did get to town, after much shouting and raving on my part, I charged over to a bench and fell sprawled across the pavement on Grand Parade. I don’t remember much about the time spent in the bar, except for the moment my instinct for self-preservation got off its ass and told me to leave my pint where it was and get the fuck home.
In summation, I think I have a problem with alcohol because when I drink I tend to get way too sozzled for my own good, and I made an ass of myself at a class party the other night where everyone was too polite to pack me off in a taxi home at 10 p.m., which is exactly what I deserved for being such a clown. So sorry guys, if any of you are reading this, and I’d also like to extend heartfelt thanks to Anthony, Eoin and Shane, who’ve been putting up with this shit for years. I’m going to sort myself out, I promise.
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There’s a video?
Post it. NOW!
Hehe, yeah don’t worry about it I accept you as you are your new friends aren’t nearly as cool as us.
In short:
You can stain my carpets anytime… sailor…
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