Many of you (friends who know me well enough) would be happy to know that something unordinary for me happened last night, around 10:00 pm.
Yes, judging from the title, I went to the bar with Rebecca/Charles/Cheryl/Zach/Stephanie (who came later). For you Castlegar/Blind River kids who will be coming to Alma in the summer, take note (although that special may not exist by the time you guys arrive, haha): Apparently every Wednesday night Le Bar Crapaud (well-named, in my opinion, since the beer they served was disgusting) sell small glasses of beer for 75 cents each (with tip it would be around a buck). But it is not just a simple go-to-the bar trip...
So the crowd of us went for the cheap beer and slight naughty behaviour since Valerie wasn`t home (she is often not home due to things...I don`t exactly know). Why I went - I haven`t went to a bar with the kids since I started Katimavik...and it`s Quebec, one must immerse in their boozing culture and go to the bar. Life is short, we gotta live a little, eh? Plus I thought it was time that I start hanging out with people more, and as they (some wise people) say, "a couple of drinks and everyone becomes friends".
Rebecca/Zach/I went to the bar first, and after paying for cover (2 dollars), we got a seat and ordered. I ordered 1 beer (they were small glasses), while Zach and Rebecca each ordered 3. We chatted (trying to carry a conversation in French), and Zach and Rebecca had a bit of a drinking-chugging thing going on (I didn`t because I intended to only have that one beer since I didn`t want to pay more). Well I didn`t need to pay more but that one beer thing didn`t happen, because as soon as Cheryl and Charles arrived (after their cigarette purchase at the depanneur and Cheryl forgetting her ID and had to return home to get it), they started buying 10/20 dollars worth of beer and coaxing me to drink some. Again, because it`s free beer and my attitude of "live a little" (even though most people would dub me as slightly uptight), I accepted...and chugged them down as quickly as I could because I hate the taste of beer. Perhaps of this, plus the fact that I don`t drink much ever, but around 4 glasses later (again they are small glasses) I started getting tipsy...and another 2-4 more (I don`t know, I didn`t count) I think I got drunk. Yes, guys, drunk...(gasps from my friends)
Crazy things that happened while I was in that state:
1) got photos of me looking red and stupid taken by Zach (usually that would never happen)
2) me acting hyper and funny (as if I am not like that in a sober state)...amused everyone
3) danced with a random French guy after Zach dared me (why is Zach involved in more than 1 of these things?)
4) kissed Charles on the cheek. A good couple of times
5) puked on the table after n cup of beer (more like 5-6)...we had to move to another table...and puked in the bar washroom. How classy.
Around 12 or so, I started crashing. My head was pretty much glued to the table, and the guys kept asking me if I felt sick...I just went "mmm-hmm, uh-huh"...Cheryl decided that I was done and walked me home, in my state of sick-giddiness (I learnt something new about myself - I am a happy drunk, yay). Then Cheryl and Stephen (who was hanging out at home with his laptop) worked together to bring me to my room, after I told Stephen loudly that he missed out some fun stuff of me at the bar and went straight to the washroom in preparation for another puking (that didn`t happen, and I ended up just lying on the washroom floor). I went to bed, my mouth full of sourness from my vomit...yum
Here`s what I am wondering. I personally don`t think I was drunk, because I could remember every single thing that happened last night, even now. I was relatively coherent during the whole thing. Plus when I woke up, I felt fine...no horrible hangovers or anything. However I puked, and according to Cheryl and others when you puke, you are officially drunk. And my behaviours seemed like drunken behaviour, haha. Since I am no expert on this area, I will just say I got drunk. Which means this is the first time in my life that I got drunk and puked...so that`s how it feels like - a surreal feeling like you are there, but not really...I don`t see why people enjoy it so much. I will take controlled drinking from now on, thank you very much...and no beer.
Now what should I do about those ransom photos that Zach has?
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well you could post the photos...and YAY! you got drunk. Good for you Angel. And as if you don't know why we like drinking, you said it yourself you were a happy drunk. Thats why we drink. That and the social aspect of it. Anyways, good story!
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