Or you’d know that I’m not a drinker really. Or maybe you do know. I dunno.
So last night one of my fucking best friends was in town. He got a job at Lake Powell, which is on the Utah/Arizona border. He’s been away since we graduated high school, and I’m ecstatic that he came tonight. We got to sing Mulan songs again finally. So I was the purchaser tonight which I don’t mind since I did drink; before when I just turned 21 I didn’t like buying because I felt taken advantage of. So (oh shit, my jam’s on) I, being a little bit tipsy right now, didn’t drink all that much. I have two things going for me: being chubby and having a a big appetite. AFAIK I had two Coors Light, a Corona Light and (much to my chagrin) about five shots of Capt Morgan (at once). If there’s one thing to take away from reading this, it’s don’t challenge me. I’ll do it, but I won’t like you for making me do it.
I drank that Capt for him. Nobody else could have made me do that, is what I’m getting at. I have nooooo trouble at all saying no to people. It’s who I am. But I can promise you that I am so much fun to drink with. I’m malleable, I’m tolerant. (Well, I haven’t fought anyone while drunk yet and I’d like to keep it that way.) I might not go shot for shot or anything, but I dunno, maybe there’s more to that to me.
Megan, if you read this, I’d probably tell you not to drink. It’s not how you were raised, and it doesn’t feel as good as you want it to. Just wait. It makes it all better.
Hope you all had a wonderful night. *hugs*
EDIT:I bought alcohol twice and never got carded. I look like I’m eighteen. Should I be embarrassed or proud?