Quarter Century of the Texas Devil

Previously on this blog...



I said friendship means everything to me. Admitted to bein' a lil buzzed while writin'. (I think that was kinda obvious 'cause it sure felt to me like I was repeatin' myself a lot.) And I made mention of a lil get together for me and some friends. So, that should bring you up to speed if you didn't read the last one.



We celebrated my 25th on Saturday night. We went to a nice sushi place. It was crowded. I was told there were gonna be four different parties there that night. One of 'em lined up right next to mine. They're table filled with about 30. Mine was about 4 with quite a few empty seats for the first half hour.



After a while people began trickling in. After about an hour I got a lil irrate with the waiter. We'd been there that long and all he brought us was water. I fussed at him a lil bit and then the service got better. A good time was had by all. I was a lil buzzed by then and after a tequila shot we headed to the club for a lil dancin'.



I had reserved the VIP section but again other people were there and that was no bueno. It was ok just I feel overwhelmed sometimes with so many people around. But still we had a table waitin' for us with vodka and mixers ready for us. I had a few mixed drinks and got my shots.



After that my memory starts gettin a lil spotty.

I remember dancin' a lil bit.

I remember stumblin' up and down the stairs to the bathroom.

I remember somebody handin' me a bucket that I then puked in.

I remeber bein' walked outta the club by my bestfriend and a bouncer. I remember that 'cause I remember squeezin' the bouncers shoulders and bein' surprised how solid they were.

I remember throwin' up 'bout 3 more times on the way home.

I remember stumbling through the door 'cause that's where my shoe fell off.

I remember lyin' on the bathroom floor.

Then I remember wakin up with the biggest hangover I've ever had. I puked about 3 more times that mornin'. My headache didn't leave til Monday. I hurt sumthin' inside of me (my diaphragm I think) that still hurts when I laugh, breathe too deep, or cough. Hell it's even uncomfortable to bend down.

While the night was fun and a lotta people had a good time, I gotta say that's very out of the ordinary for me. I had to swallow a lot of pride on Sunday 'cause I couldn't do anything. I don't like bein' helpless at all. Dependin' on others is not what I'm known for.

But I had fun Saturday night. I won't do that again anytime soon. I'll stick to my beer and stay away from the vodka. Drinkin' a lil here and there is okay. I never drink to get drunk and really nobody should. I got lucky since I had somebody around I could trust that drove me home and took care of me. If she hadn't been so trust worthy or hadn't been there at all anything could've happened.

I'm thankful she was there and that nuthin' worse than me bein' sick as a dog happened. Dad gave me a lecture when I saw him on Monday cautionin' me about the abuse of alcohol. He pointed out that Uncle Joe Didn't show up for work on Monday. My uncle was hung over from his Sunday night. He'd made his life all about drinkin' and has lost a lot for it.

Just about everything in this world's got hooks in it. Food, sex, drugs, alcohol, electronics, and nicotine can all be highly addictive. In all the things we do we gotta find a lil self control. Can't work all the time or the family relationship suffers. Can't be lazy all the time or the bills don't get paid. Can't be all about food or your waistline starts to make you unhealthy.

A cupcake here and there never hurt anybody. A few extra hours at work can get you ahead on the rent. A beer while watchin' the game can help relax you. But you always gotta stay in control of yourself.

I didn't on Saturday night and I'm told I did a lot more embarassin' things than what I've mentioned so far. I was outta my head and while I don't think anybody really blames me for what I did I'm pretty sure at least one person's feelin's were hurt. I'm sorry for that.

Considerin' all that's not likely to happen again for a long, long time, I think I'm ok with it all. It was my twenty-fifth birthday and I don't regret what all happened. I'm not the Texas Angel you know? I know I do a bad thing or two and take a lil guilty pleasure in some of it. Still, I'm embarassed by some things and can't believe I did other things but it was all in good fun and no one was seriously hurt.

Just gonna have to keep self-control in mind in the future.