Let’s Get Lit!

Let’s discuss the time that I got drunk. Writing about Noah reminded me about that precarious situation. Let me start off by letting you know that I don’t drink. What I mean is that I despise the taste of alcohol. It’s not a strong religious stance. I just don’t like it.

When you tell people that you don’t drink, the first thing they say is “Well, you haven’t tried (fill in the blank with your favorite alcoholic beverage that you think a non drinker can tolerate).” It seems to make drinkers uncomfortable to be around a non-drinker. I don’t know why. I keep the party going while I’m sober. Ask my cousins. I was the ball drop at our New Year’s Eve party one year….LOL.

I digress. This story takes place on the very first weekend that I moved to Houston, Texas. A family friend that had lived in Houston for years wanted to take me and Tomica out. So off we went. Our first stop was a sports bar. Let me remind you that I’m an introvert before this story gets too far. The friend bought us Long Island Iced Teas before I could protest.

I’m also very polite. I didn’t want to seem ungrateful. So when the drink came, I drank it. Not sipped it. I downed that thing. They were talking and catching up. I was content to introvert it and chug that drink down. IT WAS DISGUSTING! So I held my breath and went whole hog. Tomica looked over and said “You finished that whole thing? Girl, this drink is strong.” <Shoulder shrug from me>

We left the sports bar and went to Chacho’s which instantly became one of my favorite eating spots in Houston. While there, he purchased me a strawberry daiquiri. To be fair, at this point my reflexes were very impaired. I don’t even think I was able to say “nope.” They continued to talk, talk, talk. And I got drunker, drunker, and drunker.

I fell asleep on the car ride to my pretty new apartment. But ohhhh, when we got there, and I woke up…..I was LIT! Heartburn on 10,000. And I had to let the entire world know just how I was feeling. I woke up my mom and my two cousins who were sleeping in the apartment with my screams of “It burns,” “I’m hungry,” and “Why does this burn so bad?” My mom was far from thrilled. My cousin begged Tomica to go get me some food so that I would shut up. (Even though, I had just eaten.)

This story goes down in history in my family. I’m pretty positive that it’s the reason that my cousins don’t offer me drinks…LOL. I was in my mid-20’s and not able to stand up for myself. I was still trying to blend in when I was born to stand out. I’m not on a soapbox saying that people shouldn’t drink, but you SHOULD be true to whoever you are. I’m sure everyone around me is grateful that I’m finally true to who I am. #wepreach