My name is Cshell - and I'm an alcoholic. I do not seem to be able to hold my alcohol any more, and seem to have no idea when to stop drinking (which is scary). Sorry to my friends that I put through heck (it probably wasn't hellacious - just yucky and avoidable). I know why one gets hangovers - to remind you to NEVER DO THAT AGAIN... the problem is that each one was earned in a slightly different way... just different enough that you forget and do it again. Sigh...
By the way, my friends rock. And I should listen to my own damned advice and know better than to drink. Especially when well-meaning but dense friends try to pull me out for that most degrading and humiliating rite of passage - the bouquet toss. The fact that they called people's names (including mine) over the mic just put the nail in that particular coffin of my self-esteem and probably pushed me (unwittingly at the time) to take those last drinks in the hot tub that were my undoing.
Another small rant - what the fuck is with the bouquet toss? Do people really think it brings luck to whatever stupid girl bowls over or tackles or body checks the others out of their way to get the stupid thing? Wouldn't the bride want to hang onto the bouquet for a little while longer? And why do married people (even so NEWLY) married people feel compelled to put the single girls through that kind of humiliation? "Hi, look at me; yes, I'm sad and single, and won't you please, please, please take me away from all that pain and loneliness by making me the next one to get married?" Grrr... I have no words for how fucked up that is... And why I will NEVER be present at one of those if I have any way to get out of it. And don't think I won't vomit on someone to get out of doing it.
Posted by cshell at October 13, 2003 05:50 PM