August 1st, 2011 | Author: trancejen
The heat is never, ever going to break.
I know it’s only in the nineties here, and everyone who lives in Godforsaken Texas or some other Southern state is going to immediately jump on my shit and say, “Well, it’s a hundred and ten here,” but y’all can kiss my Midwestern butt. The humidity here is like eighty-five percent, and I am from lily-white and delicate stock who was meant never to see the sun’s harsh rays.
So, there’s that. Poor Jen has to go outside to smoke cigarettes in the burning, nasty heat. Poor, poor Jen.
There is also this: I hate people whose personalities drastically change for the worse when they drink.
When drinking, I become more animated, definitely more talkative, and much less shy. I think that these are good things, although I probably can get a little “Fuck yeah!” annoying. Still, I’m a happy drinker. I don’t get morose or moody.
I have this friend, Julio. We frequently meet at the local watering hole for beers and bullshitting, and he’s an extremely nice guy. Likeable, fun. However, if he has a few too many Bacardi and Cokes, he becomes a crabby, aggro son of a bitch. If his girlfriend doesn’t show up by the end of the evening, he either gets morose and maudlin, or he hits on me.
This weekend, a few of us went to his place after visiting the bar, his girlfriend included, and he lit into me about the way I dress (apparently too “dark”), and at one point, told me to shut the fuck up.
I was livid.
I don’t buy the excuse “but I was drunk”.
I was an asshole, but I was drunk.
I grabbed your butt, but I was drunk.
I beat the shit out of someone at the bar, but I was drunk.
I got into my car and killed someone, but I was drunk.
It’s hooey, as far as I’m concerned, and I think it’s just part of one’s underlying personality that emerges when drunk, not some rogue character trait.
If you can’t handle your liquor, don’t drink.
I hate a mopey drunk as well. Good Lord, Sad Sack, suck it up.
I find that there are an alarming number of drunk drivers at the local watering hole, which disturbs me beyond reason. They’re mostly young kids who probably think they’re infallible, and I have to admit that I used to feel the same damned way; but Lord, it scares me as I watch them stumble away from their seats, keys in hand.
I haven’t been honestly drunk in a while. I drink two glasses of ice water per beer and only indulge in the occasional shot of Patron, so generally I’m good to go, and a large Gatorade before bed means I’m fine by the morning. I highly recommend this practice, even for heavy drinkers.
If you’re going to drink, drink smart, folks.
I’ve had a lot of people bitch and moan at me for drinking while on seizure meds, and to them, I say, Screw Off. A: I have never once had a seizure while drinking, leading me to believe that if I became a functional alcoholic I would probably never have them, B: I only drink once a week, and C: I’m a grown-ass woman.
So, there’s that.
Then there’s this. All four of the cats have taken to sleeping in my room. As you can imagine, this creates some friction. My stepdad’s crabby-assed cat growls when anyone comes anywhere near her on the bed, and hey, it’s only a queen-sized bed; and first there’s me and my favorite, the twenty-pounder. There’s not that much real estate.
I tried locking them all out one night, and they actually pounded on the door for a solid hour with their paws or possibly their hard little heads. I had to let them in.
Again, poor, poor Jen is so put upon, poor Jen who gets entirely too much love from the family pets.
Poor Jen.
If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be off hanging streamers for my pity party.
Have a wonderful day.
Being drunk is a reason, not an excuse. Yes, the reason you did this or that is because you were drinking, but that doesn’t get you a free pass on acting like a moron. If you’re an adult, you should know how you are when you drink and plan accordingly. If you turn into a rager, or whatever, maybe it’s better that you not drink at all. That’s the adult decision to make. But no, people want to be able to get drunk and suffer no consequences for the stupid things they do while boozing it up.
Julio needs to learn how to cut himself off before he turns into a jackass.
Basically, I’m on your side in this debate
END RANT.
Julio has a drnking problem. I have had a friend or two like this, one of them would become violent and hateful.
If there is a problem when a person drinks, it is a drinking problem. Simplistic, but true.
Um. Shut up*.
PS… I love you.
(Melts into a puddle.)
*About the heat… preach on about the drunk drivin.
Good friends that drink and turn into someone else…Hmmm – can we tawk? Laws a mercy ! I used to have a best friend of almost 20 years and because of his drinking and changing into a major bitch, we are no longer friends. God we used to have so much fun together too. Very sad though to watch someone that you know and love so much morph into the worst high school bully you ever met that ALSO happens to know all of your personal secrets and will suddenly hurl those secrets at you like poisonous flaming lawn darts from hell. GOD DAMNIT! He loved rum and cokes as well. Small world, eh? He too would call me the next day and pretend that he didn’t remember a thing that he might have said ‘in jest’ and could not understand why I would be so upset. Harumpf. If a person has to blame his hateful comments and verbal blows on the booze or WHATEVER else he may have ingested, then fuck ‘em.
Wow – sorry about that, but I hated seeing that friendship go down the tubes all because of substance abuse. He’s an amazing person otherwise but I refuse to be anyones bitch for any reason at all. His loss I guess.
As for the Summer heat? Good god almighty it needs to stop RIGHT NOW. The oppressive heat combined with nasty humidity makes for a wonderful late-day thunderstorm here in Tucson (we just had a MAJOR lightnig storm – LOVE IT !) but oh my do we suffer for it from sunrise to way after the sun goes down. Bleh. I do have a pool but it’s so nasty hot that even the water isn’t refreshing. How sad is that? I hear ya on the smoking outside too – I refuse to smoke in the house because I hate the smell that gets locked in the A/C unit. It STINKS. Quit smoking you say? HA HA HA !!! It’s an oral thing I guess. *OINK*
Hang in there Jen and know that you don’t need to be run over by a ‘friend’ that drinks, no matter how good of a friend that person is. I and many others here understand how it feels to be undermined by someone that you love and enjoy spending time with. Silence from you will speak volumes to him. Be well love and know that I care about you and only wish you well in all things.
– John in Tucson
Suzanna, I *knew* you were going to tell me to shut up. Hahahaha. Don’t melt, pretty girl…
John, yeah, those drunk assholes are the WORST. I have a feeling my bar buddy will no longer be my bar buddy if he keeps it up. I’ve about had it. How are you? We need to shoot the shit soon…
Hi Trance! I’m a serious lurker and longtime reader – I also follow you on Twitter and wanted to know if you posted the last tweet about cashing your first check from working at home? When I click the link in the tweet it takes me to a site that my virus software blocks me from entering. Not sure if you got hacked, so I just wanted to let you know.
Hope you are well!
Kathryn
(AKA the crazy lady that drove from Southern California to Washington state with 8 cats loose in the car. Yeah.)
My grandma always said “a drunk man speaks a sober man’s mind”
kathryn, thanks for letting me know – I must have gotten hacked. Dammit.
Suzi, you may be right!
I hope your streamers are at least kind of sparkly. And you have some cake. If you’re going to launch a good pity party, those are definitely some key elements.
PS: Cat love in the summer, despite it being thoughtful of the kitty, kind of sucks. What with the fluff and extra heat.
Of COURSE I have cake and sparkly streamers! Did you think I was an amateur? LOL
I know, there is waaaay too much fluff fluffing around in my bed. LORD
“In vino veritas” was coined several thousand years ago. Even back then people knew that alcohol exposed the TRUTH about a person. You are right on: “It’s hooey, as far as I’m concerned, and I think it’s just part of one’s underlying personality that emerges when drunk, not some rogue character trait.”
@jen… thank god i’m not the only one with a freaky cat! mine will sit outside of the bathroom door and scratch lightly, slightly knocking until i come out. i’m like, “wtfffff??? give me some room already!” she is so needy, i’m to the point i think i need to give her to an elderly person that can sit all day petting her. but, alas, my kiddo would freak the fruck out! and thanks again for letting us into your life, and a bit of your soul. i always enjoy a post from trancejen! xxoo
@john….lol you crack me up! and i think we all have that “token” friend. sad but true. i live in NM so i feel ya on the heat, a rainstorm and then humidity that my body cannot handle. we desert folk aren’t used to that…wetness? ugh…humidity! but the smell of freshly rained on desert soil is one that is truly amazing!! anyhoo, i always enjoy your comments!:)
last but not least…@suzi, that is one of my most favorite sayings, but i’ve always heard it as, “a drunk mind speaks sober thoughts”. yours is bit more eloquent.