Happy 21st to Me...
Oct. 13th, 2002 03:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sjesterLast night did not go as planned.
The short version: Carlotta got a hold of me before dinner, and then dinner was not enjoyed because I spent more time with my head in public toilets than at the table. But things got better after I left.
I didn't go food shopping, after all. I did make a trip up to the liquor store, though. When I got back, I poured myself a drink, intending to drink only that before going to dinner. As I hadn't really eaten anything all day, even that started to affect me pretty quickly.
But then I made the mistake of going up to Carlotta's.
This should have been avoidable. But they needed to get me out of the apartment, as my friends were preparing a surprise that was probably meant to be presented during dinner. Why they suddenly needed to do it out in the living room, as opposed to Meg's room where it had been, or back in Kate's room where it had been originally I don't know. So, Meg suggested we go for a walk, or better yet, up to Carlotta's (she was helping to cook for Carlotta's dinner party). That is just trouble you can see a mile away. Being in a happy, hopeful mood, however, I thought that maybe Carlotta would be too busy with her dinner party to work on getting me drunk. And I was wrong. She doesn't need a lot of time to give me three shots of brandy and a couple glasses of wine. And she seemed somewhat vicious about it. "I was tortured on my 21st birthday, so you will be too." She spilled a bunch of brandy while pouring one of the shots, and said, "You're lucky I spilled all that," in a pretty nasty tone.
On the way to Carlotta's, I'd tripped on the stairs, managing to slip off one shoe and spill a bunch of vanilla Coke and vodka on myself. I should have gone home to wash my hair at that point, thus being out of Meg's apartment and not in Carlotta's. But I didn't think of that then. So I went and was given five drinks in a pretty short time, on an empty stomach. Bad idea? Yes. Phenomenally so.
After the brandy, I escaped from Carlotta's under the pretense of taking my cup back down to Meg's. And sometime later we left for the restaurant, the alcohol still just winding up to hit me. And it hit me just as we got to the restaurant.
I remember getting out of the car but not even onto my feet. I remember being on my knees right next to the car, crying because I felt so awful. Meg gave me water. Then we got up and went into the restaurant. (The Rheinlander.) It was getting hard to focus. (I'd had to keep my eyes closed for most of the ride over. Less dizzying to not see things flashing past.) Some of the others were already there. I noticed that John was standing closest to the door. I held on to him, because it was a lot easier than trying to remain standing under my own power. I hid my face and cried. We went to the table. I do remember a seating order. Across from me, Eileen, Kate next to her, and Meg next to her on the wall side. On the other side of the table, Tim by the wall, then John, then me. There was another birthday group behind us; they had balloons. By this time, I was starting to see double; I tried reading the menu and utterly failed. I could hardly read individual words, much less string them together, particularly when they came from such disparate parts of the page. I made a couple trips to the bathroom, spending more time on my knees. I remember that the floor was covered with pinkish tiles, and the walls had wallpaper decorated with red flowers. I couldn't describe the pattern in any more detail, because it was still hard to see straight. When I was at the table, I managed to drink some water and eat some bread while the others ate soup. John had to eat with one hand, because I was holding on to the other for dear life.
After the second stint in the bathroom, I wanted to go home. John drove me home and stayed with me. I ate the sourdough roll I'd been clutching since we left the restaurant. I laid down on the floor after picking out my water cup from the box it was still not unpacked from, and stayed there drinking water. We listened to EFO, both on the floor. My housemates were getting stoned and we could smell it. We talked a bit. I don't know how many times that night I said, "Thank you and I'm sorry." At least once. I may have thought to say it more, but can't be sure how many times the thought was actually expressed.
After that, I felt much better, and ready to be around people again. So we went over to Meg's, where everyone reconvened, plus Jamie. We had cake, chocoate with chocolate frosting (and M&Ms on my piece). Meg, Kate and Jamie played drinking games, which I declined to be a part of. There was just general hanging out. Then most of the people who live on campus left and the rest of us watched the ends of movies. Then I went home and slept. Woke up really early in the morning still drunk and pretty dizzy, drank some water, went back to sleep. The rest of the day was spent trying to make my brain work again. And finding out some more details from the night before. Turns out there was some time during which we were waiting at the table that I don't remember at all.
So overall, it wasn't such a bad night, aside from dinner being something of a disaster. Sunday wasn't so happy, due to the fact that whenever I get that trashed, I feel awful the next day, mentally. Physically I recover quite well. Not that I've been bouncing off the walls or anything lately, though.
From now on, I avoid any and all situations involving the nasty combination of Carlotta and alcohol. To hell with spinelessness.
The short version: Carlotta got a hold of me before dinner, and then dinner was not enjoyed because I spent more time with my head in public toilets than at the table. But things got better after I left.
I didn't go food shopping, after all. I did make a trip up to the liquor store, though. When I got back, I poured myself a drink, intending to drink only that before going to dinner. As I hadn't really eaten anything all day, even that started to affect me pretty quickly.
But then I made the mistake of going up to Carlotta's.
This should have been avoidable. But they needed to get me out of the apartment, as my friends were preparing a surprise that was probably meant to be presented during dinner. Why they suddenly needed to do it out in the living room, as opposed to Meg's room where it had been, or back in Kate's room where it had been originally I don't know. So, Meg suggested we go for a walk, or better yet, up to Carlotta's (she was helping to cook for Carlotta's dinner party). That is just trouble you can see a mile away. Being in a happy, hopeful mood, however, I thought that maybe Carlotta would be too busy with her dinner party to work on getting me drunk. And I was wrong. She doesn't need a lot of time to give me three shots of brandy and a couple glasses of wine. And she seemed somewhat vicious about it. "I was tortured on my 21st birthday, so you will be too." She spilled a bunch of brandy while pouring one of the shots, and said, "You're lucky I spilled all that," in a pretty nasty tone.
On the way to Carlotta's, I'd tripped on the stairs, managing to slip off one shoe and spill a bunch of vanilla Coke and vodka on myself. I should have gone home to wash my hair at that point, thus being out of Meg's apartment and not in Carlotta's. But I didn't think of that then. So I went and was given five drinks in a pretty short time, on an empty stomach. Bad idea? Yes. Phenomenally so.
After the brandy, I escaped from Carlotta's under the pretense of taking my cup back down to Meg's. And sometime later we left for the restaurant, the alcohol still just winding up to hit me. And it hit me just as we got to the restaurant.
I remember getting out of the car but not even onto my feet. I remember being on my knees right next to the car, crying because I felt so awful. Meg gave me water. Then we got up and went into the restaurant. (The Rheinlander.) It was getting hard to focus. (I'd had to keep my eyes closed for most of the ride over. Less dizzying to not see things flashing past.) Some of the others were already there. I noticed that John was standing closest to the door. I held on to him, because it was a lot easier than trying to remain standing under my own power. I hid my face and cried. We went to the table. I do remember a seating order. Across from me, Eileen, Kate next to her, and Meg next to her on the wall side. On the other side of the table, Tim by the wall, then John, then me. There was another birthday group behind us; they had balloons. By this time, I was starting to see double; I tried reading the menu and utterly failed. I could hardly read individual words, much less string them together, particularly when they came from such disparate parts of the page. I made a couple trips to the bathroom, spending more time on my knees. I remember that the floor was covered with pinkish tiles, and the walls had wallpaper decorated with red flowers. I couldn't describe the pattern in any more detail, because it was still hard to see straight. When I was at the table, I managed to drink some water and eat some bread while the others ate soup. John had to eat with one hand, because I was holding on to the other for dear life.
After the second stint in the bathroom, I wanted to go home. John drove me home and stayed with me. I ate the sourdough roll I'd been clutching since we left the restaurant. I laid down on the floor after picking out my water cup from the box it was still not unpacked from, and stayed there drinking water. We listened to EFO, both on the floor. My housemates were getting stoned and we could smell it. We talked a bit. I don't know how many times that night I said, "Thank you and I'm sorry." At least once. I may have thought to say it more, but can't be sure how many times the thought was actually expressed.
After that, I felt much better, and ready to be around people again. So we went over to Meg's, where everyone reconvened, plus Jamie. We had cake, chocoate with chocolate frosting (and M&Ms on my piece). Meg, Kate and Jamie played drinking games, which I declined to be a part of. There was just general hanging out. Then most of the people who live on campus left and the rest of us watched the ends of movies. Then I went home and slept. Woke up really early in the morning still drunk and pretty dizzy, drank some water, went back to sleep. The rest of the day was spent trying to make my brain work again. And finding out some more details from the night before. Turns out there was some time during which we were waiting at the table that I don't remember at all.
So overall, it wasn't such a bad night, aside from dinner being something of a disaster. Sunday wasn't so happy, due to the fact that whenever I get that trashed, I feel awful the next day, mentally. Physically I recover quite well. Not that I've been bouncing off the walls or anything lately, though.
From now on, I avoid any and all situations involving the nasty combination of Carlotta and alcohol. To hell with spinelessness.
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Date: 2002-10-13 07:15 pm (UTC)--Sunil
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Date: 2002-10-14 02:16 pm (UTC)