Alcohol

Why is it that no matter how many times we say we won’t do something, we always end up doing it?  Worst culprit…alcohol.  Let’s face it, how often have we said, “I’m never going to drink again” or words to that effect?  I, for one, am a frequent user of that sentence.  A few days ago I was out and was drinking copious amounts of wine, every glass was going down like a dream, the heart-to-heart chats were happening, we’re such super friends etc etc etc. 

Then the next day… 

…BAM…

…Hangover from hell.  And what do I say?  That’s right, “I am never drinking wine ever again.”  Fair enough this is not as extreme as I’m never going to drink again.  What use would that do?  Then I would just be a moaning sod every time I was in a social situation.  Well, not every social situation, I’m no alcoholic or anything, just the ones where alcohol is involved.  So the next day is pretty uneventful, not a drop of wine passes my lips.  I’m thinking “Hey, this could work.  No more wine for me.  I am so strong.”  Uneventful day passes and we’re onto the next day. 

Uneventful day number two is going great, university, rehearsal, then planning on going home when someone utters the sentence, “Do you fancy going for a drink?”  Obviously I say yes, I don’t want to be rude.  So we go out to the same bar as the previous night but I am strong Raymond now, I know I am going to stick to vodka.  (Vodka?  Yes, it may seem worse, but believe me the next day it is a pussycat compared to the bitch that wine is.)  So I go up to the bar and before I know what I’m saying some hellish demon takes over my body and asks for, none other than, a glass of wine.  Nooooooooooooo!!!  This spirals into another glass, and another glass, and another glass ending in me leaving a friends house at 4.30 in the morning with a belly full of wine.

I know what you’re thinking.  I bet this story has a happy ending and he had no hangover the next day.  Well, YOU’RE WRONG!!!  I lost an entire day of my life.  Sleeping all day, if you can even call it that.  It was more like trying not to move while my eyes are closed to stop any possibility of vomit surfacing.  Toilet visits, all happy visits, no unexpected chats with Hughey.  Bed again to try to stop the room spinning.  “Sleeping.”  And now, at 22:35, I am finally feeling like a human being.  Only, a human being who has now turned nocturnal.  Another thing I need to remember to thank wine for.  So I shall be awake until all hours of the morning waiting for my alarm to go off at ungodly o’ clock tomorrow so that I can start a new, fresh day.  Not involving wine.

Moral of story (it’s not a story, just me telling you how horrendous I feel, but you can’t win them all) is that I am never drinking wine ever again.  EVER! Hopefully…