Night Cap

on September 21, 2012

I find myself really tired tonight. But there’s no mystery of why I’m tired. I was up at midnight, at Kozy’s, to celebrate my friend’s birthday.

I’m a big proponent of the midnight birthday drink. I’m glad that my friends feel the same way. I met up with Christine and her cousin, Theresa, for a midnight drink. I got there 11ish and Christine had been taken over by her drunken personality, “Clovis”. Clovis was out in full force, harassing everyone who entered the bar for a birthday drink. It was pretty funny. I live in a town with a population of a little over 16,000 but, leaving the bar for fourth meal at Country Boy (the local all-night restaurant), we ran into the same people that we’re at Kozy’s earlier.

It’s really weird to be the sober one. I haven’t let my drunken personality out for almost two years. I didn’t have an alcohol problem but I did have a hangover problem. My drinking to excess results in a three day hangover. I had one drink, a Bomb Pop shot. It was delicious and I could had many more but I stuck with cola because I was the designated driver. On the way home this morning, after a round of tasty hash browns and not so tasty sweet roll, I was trying to recall the last time I was out of control.

The last time I was drunk was two years ago. It was June and my uncle had recently taken his own life. My friend, Lisa, was about to get married and her bachelorette party was going to be at a local gay bar/drag queen revue. I called my friend, Nana, and convinced her to be my designated driver. We went to the Rainbow Room and I proceeded to get smashed. It was Lisa’s party and the night before Pride and I made a complete fool of myself. I remember Lisa wasn’t really enjoying herself so I was buying her drinks and matching her shot for shot. I remember there was a hot go-go boy that gave me a lap dance. I thought I was going to be in the clear as far as vomiting went but, as I was putting on my seatbelt, everything came back up and I vomited in the parking lot. Thank God I didn’t vomit in Nana’s car because I would still be hearing her yell at me.

I find it strange how time passes. I used to drink on a weekly basis. My friends called it “pulling a Brad”. But now I’m content to stay at home. It’s Friday and I’m about to curl up under the covers and spend this rain soaked night with James Bond. And, funnily, I think it’s an almost perfect night.


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