NEW YEARS KICKS

There are times in our young adult life when we go out for a good time and our sole motivation is to get twisted. Well maybe not all of you, but I know that I've been one of those people that thought that way once or twice. It's usually when I have to pay an insane amount of money in a club when I could've stayed my ass home and got tipsy for free.

Since I've been a drinker, I've had my share of drunken excursions. I had my first drink when I was 18 and in the military. We would get weekend passes and go to the hotels and clubs and just act crazy. I had no clue what I was doing, but discovered that clear alcohol was not my friend. Honeybuns either for that matter (someone tried to feed me one and it ended up across the room). The details of that night are very shaky but needless to say, my battle buddy and I got into some shenanigans that I won't dare post here lol.

That was my first drinking event and after that, I didn’t drink again until I was of age. Since then I’ve had my share of moments where I woke up and thought “what the F was I thinking?”

Moments of Shame…
Wreckless (99), your weave and natural hair don't match i.e. afro on top, French refined tracks on the bottom (07), you fall backwards down a flight of stairs (NYE 08), you open a cab door while the cab is moving, on the bridge (02,08), you get home, collapse on the kitchen floor and lay there because it feels good (06), and finally you see a Memphis Bleek look alike @ Cheetah and tell him that you are leaving with him (01 or 02).

Yea ummm each of those times I had to blame it on the Aaaa Alcohol (Jamie Foxx voice). It's one heck of a drug. I don't drink heavily, but when I do, it's all hands on deck because either I'm dancing around non stop like I'm on an episode of Soul Train or I'm wandering around the club looking for my sobriety.

This past NYE made me remember the last times I was TWISTED. After each drunk excursion, I wake up and say I’M NEVER DRINKING AGAIN. That usually works for a couple of months or until the next celebration. However, every drunk time doesn't leave to hangovers or stomachaches, they just leave me with pictures to lock away and stories to recollect the next day. Last week I went in to the party knowing that I was GOING IN. First of all I paid TOO much money to hang out with strangers. I told my friends that "I better meet somebody or get f-d up." Unfortunately it was the latter.

The day leading up to the big event I was suffering from out of this world cramps. I didn’t have an appetite, I just ate so that I can take my "trusty" meds, Aleve. I went to get my nails done, bought my panty hose, went home, ate breakfast (3pm) took my medication and went to sleep. When I woke up, the cramps were mostly gone so I figured the Aleve was done working its magic. Hours later we get to the party. I pour my Henny straight, then realize that I don’t party like that anymore, and pour some cranberry in to the glass...ahhh better. Then it's 12 am. It's 2009, time to pop some champagne. They gave us the cheap ish and it was DISGUSTING. I drank a couple of sips and sat the rest down. I think that's when things got hazy. My friends tell me that I didn't even drink a lot (we monitor each other...well one of us monitors lol). I knew that I didn't have a lot to drink, no more than my usual. I’m usually good with two cups. I know my limit.

The next day I woke up on my best friend’s couch, runs in my hose, hair in disarray, cramps and STARVING. I also noticed that I was sore. Once I was coherent, my two besties told me what happened. There was a fall, which explains the bruises. I remembered most of what happened once we left. There was a fight and I had to pull some crazy broad off of one of my friends (imagine that in 3 inch heels while wobbly lol). Later that day we went to dinner and queried about my drunkenness. I mean I did have less to drink than everyone. Then it dawned on us that the Aleve that I thought was out of my system was still in my system wrecking havoc. I knew that it was something, I felt drugged like someone slipped me a “mickey”. The true culprit of the night was the cramps and the Aleve. But I’m STILL NEVER DRINKING AGAIN!

Lesson learned.