Rare are the nights I leave the comfort of my bed covers but when I do, rare are the times these nights go as I please them to be. One happened just a few nights ago when my college upperclassmen organized a small beach get-together as a celebration for their births. There were five celebrants, two were in my year, three were upperclassmen.
The scene I arrived to that night was not new to me as I was used to this life in high school when I was looking for myself through the loud boom sound of the music, the mystery of the dark night, and the acid the alcohol leaves in my pharyngeal cavities. I drank my usual, two bottles of beer, an upperclassman gave me a shot of pure vodka (without ice and it stung), another upperclassman sprayed my mouth with a mixed drink (I think it has apple juice with it) and I snagged a cup of Brandy. I was tipsy, true enough.
But the most bothersome of all was that my friend, who drank just a little because she wasn't used drinking, got more than a little tipped. She was drunk to the point she was bawling her eyes out like all other drunks did, like I did in high school.
She was crying for something her heart cannot accept. She was crying to ease out the heartache.
She is this kind of girl who stayed by the lines and does not readily go out of it. She's nineteen and still a little naive as she still haven't experienced to be loved by another in the sense of serious dating, haven't gotten to experience heartache because of it, and move on. If you ask me, she's still inexperienced.
This guy is a very close friend of ours too. He's had his fair share of rejections and heartaches but he doesn't give up easily. He is a poet, and like my girl friend, a big fan literature. Maybe that's why friend fell for him. I don't really have a precise reason from her.
Now what happened after my girl friend got herself tipped by a shot of pure vodka is she was shouting to the girl my boy friend apparently likes, in which case, one of my girl friend's close friends too making the situation more complicated. Now, my guy friend and girl he likes are talking, and my girl friend saw them. She suddenly started grabbing the attention of the girl so that she and our guy friend will stop talking. Then all of a sudden, she started bawling on my chest for no reason. The rest is history.
It truly is fascinating how can alcohol not only intoxicate the cerebellum but bring us out to our true core.
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