On the Wagon

What shitty luck. I turned 21 in January and already...I'm on the wagon. WTF?!? Of course, this is of my own choosing. Waking up on a Sunday morning wondering exactly what the fuck happened the night before isn't a good way to start any day. So step one for this one is figuring out why I drank myself into oblivion. Well, beyond the fact that the boy I was falling head over heels for, had another girlfriend (ouch) and when asked me to the party, brought her instead. So handling this like my anscestors would have--I got riproaring drunk and laid into both of them the minute they showed up. I want a girl to know when he man is cheating on her. After that, I remember nothing....had to hear all the dirty details second hand. Which is definitely not cool. At least one "friend" managed to get me home to my own bed safe and sound (and alone!) suffice to say where those other friends were (wingmen--what?! Fuck no, I guess I had just given them too much of what I thought was mutual trust and support). Ah, the hard lessons of life. You can't get more drunk...and by drinking more, you won't have more fun: you will get sicker. I thought I had learned this lesson already. Guess not. Friends who have never blacked out have no sympathy for you and cannot fathom how this could even happen...stick with friends who will support you regarldless of their judgement. Lesson 1079 in my life-image is nothing, friends are everything...when one is forced against the other, you will find out which matters most to people. Ditch the friends who value image over you.