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I am not a big drinker.
In fact, in the past 10 years I have had about 5 glasses of wine and Cap’t Morgan or whatever it’s called.
I’ve learned from past mistakes that I shouldn’t play with the bottle… Booze isn’t my friend.
Before I was legally allowed to drink, I decided to hang out with some friends in a basement. They were all drinking and having a good time, and I figured “what the hell”, I might as well join in too. They were drinking a variety of things that were not appealing to me at all but then someone offered me something called Cisco1. It was so sweet and delicious. I was sucking that stuff down like crazy even though people were telling me to slow down.I wasn’t getting a buzz or anything from it, so I just kept on drinking it. It was like high class Kool-Aid.
As the party was ending, I got up to say good bye to a few friends and that’s about all I remember.
I woke up the next morning face down in the basement carpet.
So yeah, I decided sober living was the way for me to go.
I lived a wonderful alcohol free life until I moved up to Wisconsin. The local Milwaukee PBS stations hold a TV auction every year to raise funds to keep children’s programs on the air. Some of the things you win are amazing!
Of course, being the sweet person I am I wanted to bid on a few items so I too could help keep kids programs on the air. One of the things I won was a gift certificate to Olive Garden for $75. Now, I love me some Olive Garden, so I knew it was going to be a good time. Maybe I could go back 2-3 times!
I invited my friend G to join me because well, I didn’t want to go alone and look like a lonely desperate oinker.
We arrived in style, with empty stomachs with a plan to use about half of the certificate. That was a lot of food for me since I was really skinny at the time… shocking I know. Well, those bastards told me I had to use the entire $75 right then and there. And well, as much as I love love love the place, I knew there was no way in hell I could eat that much food, so my only other choice was drink it up.
I told the waitress to bring it on, and she did. She brought us bottle after bottle of Asti Spumante. The more I drank, the stupider I became. I was singing along with the musik, flirting with everyone and everything… I even danced on my chair. All while the staff laughed at me.
Once the food arrived, and I began to eat, my drunken idiocy started to fade… And little by little I sobered up realizing everything I had done. After whispering for some to-go containers, we left and I never returned to that Olive Garden.
Again, I was forced to realize I seriously needed to stay away from the hooch…
… As well as any local PBS stations.
- or maybe it was sisco… who cares [↩]
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