on Thanksgiving. After we came home from my family. I have three theories as to why, and I believe that none are the sole reason, but all contributed:
1. We had that Bottle of Rum for THREE YEARS without touching it. THREE YEARS. It was time to go.
2. My family pissed me off. They always do, it's par for the course now. My mother called 'Modern Family' a gay ass show.
3. Maybe I was subconsciously fighting against getting my period by getting as dehydrated as possible. It's a distinct possibility.
And booooy did I get dehydrated. In layman's terms, I had a hangover from hell. I had to call my sister and ask if it wasn't alcohol poisoning. I had a fever and nausea for three days afterward and easily got headaches. I threw up multiple times (the next day). I remember most of the night but refuse to admit some things happened. And I am so proud that I had the discression to only have Hubby as my witness. Though I accidentally spilled the beans on some things I bought that night. And apparently bought some things I didn't know about.......
The experience of getting drunk, for me: It was like super tiny millisecond time jumps where things easily disorient you because they aren't where they were before. And most thoughts just pop right out, and everything is funny except that your body is super heavy, and it doesn't always listen to you. And concentration is just right out the window. I completely understand how people that get drunk crash often, and I also think people are idiots if they're having millisecond black-outs and still think they're good to drive.
To be fair, I drank 1/2 of a Bottle (I think it was a Liter bottle) of 35% Alcoholic Rum. It tasted like candy, burned like whiskey. I am neeeeever getting drunk again. I threw up chocolate from that night the next morning. Twice. I drank so much alcohol that my body wasn't able to digest the chocolate while I slept!!!!
I woke up the Little One, and apparently couldn't stop talking, and Hubby finally resorted to saying over and over 'It's alright. Can we just go to sleep?' until I got annoyed at him not responding properly and stopped talking to him. I think he dressed me because after the shower I was too woozy and I didn't care enough to put clothes on.
So yeah, never getting drunk again, though it's easy enough to dull the memory until you think you're not really that awful when you're drunk. I think if it ever happens again, Hubby will record me, so that's a major reason to NOT, if I need another reason. Goodness knows my family could drive me to it so easily.
Anyone else wanna chime in on what getting drunk feels like? That was the first and only time for me. Let me know in the comments below!
I feel like the person he's talking/questioning in this song pretty often.....
