I went over to my cousin’s place last night for a nice relaxing evening of burgers and poker. Casey and Michael were having other company over as well, but I got there about an hour before anyone else and helped a little to get things ready. Once everyone arrived we set out the food and poured a few drinks for everyone. Michael and I decided that if we were gonna drink, we were gonna do it up right, so we pulled out the big gun right from the start – Bacardi 151. I’ve had a few casual drinks with friends over the past year, but it’s been a long time since I last got drunk. I sure can’t say that anymore.

Michael and I started off the evening with one shot each, quickly chasing it with orange juice.  For those of you innocents who have yet to experience the acid burn that is Bacardi 151 flowing down your throat, I highly recommend you do so.  It tastes awful, but it definitely keeps a party alive since you don’t have to consume as much to get tipsy/drunk, depending on your goal for the evening.  Shortly after we’d taken our shot each everyone started drinking beer and Smirnoff winecoolers, but I decided to have some more 151.  I poured myself two shots and downed them, once again chasing with orange juice to attempt to avoid the burn, but as always it didn’t work.

Shortly after that, I took two more shots and knew then that I was definitely beyond tipsy.  I was drunkenly text messaging friends not really aware of what we were talking about or even who I was talking to at some times.  At some point during the evening all the guys took off their shirts and the girls took off theirs as well to replace them with bikini tops.  Let me assure you that I did not participate.

After my five shots of 151, I consumed two Smirnoff drinks and an Amaretto Sour.  Suffice it to say – I was long gone by then.  I had a lot of fun joking and laughing with everyone, but ended up crashing on the couch before the poker game even started.  Michael came and checked on me a few times to make sure I was alright, getting me a blanket and thanking me over and over for coming to have fun.  As drunk as I was, I was still very much aware that Michael was too.  He helped me up when I thought I’d be sick, but I managed to contain myself and then went back to sleep for an hour or so.

When I woke up everyone else had gotten drunk as well and I hung out for a little while to make sure I was awake and sober, capable of driving home.  Once I was satisfied with my state of awareness, I drove home and only slept for about 6 hours before having to get up for a a couple hours of work this morning.  And…no hangover!  I’ve only had one once, and it’s definitely not an experience I intend to allow to happen again.

I tend to make these occasions few and far between since I don’t want to make a habit of drinking excessively.  But there’s something to be said about being able to completely forget my crappy job, non-existent love life, and everything else that I stress about every day.  But even though life isn’t too great at the moment, I refuse to live life in a numb state of drunkenness.  I want to be aware and awake as life comes at me.  I highly recommend that decision to others as well.