I know for a fact that I have been over indulging for a while, and i’m only 27. About a month ago I had to put the breaks on and stop drinking for a while. I was getting to the point where I was getting drunk 3 or 4 times a week, easy, and I was having alot of trouble remembering one day to the next. One night I was just sitting at my computer, surfing the web and having a drink, the next thing I know i’m waking up in bed and its the next morning. I had no idea what had happened, but I lost track of what I had been drinking and somewhere in-between posting Symphony of Science to my Facebook wall and reading articles on Tesla I blacked out.
The worst came about a month ago at my friends wedding. I had gotten very drunk the night before because…… it was Friday? I don’t really remember. Anyway, she had the reception of her wedding at her house and it was a very lovely set up and a great time. It’s at this point I should mention that my friend is a German national and her whole family had flown over from Germany to go to the wedding. As the night wore on guests started leaving it got to the point where it was pretty much Just her family, and me… and an open bar, and you can imagine what happened when a bunch of Germans and and Irishman get to commiserating their common disdain for the English. I blacked out again and woke up at home the next morning feeling like death. Then, through the haze of my hangover, I began to remember things. I could vaguely remember leaving the house, and I feel like people there were trying to stop me because I was in no condition to be walking on my own let alone driving a car. Then I remembered stopping on my way home at Burger King, I don’t remember pulling in or trying to order food, all I remember is locking my key in my car, and frantically trying to get back in my car. The remote I use to unlock my doors had died and wasn’t working so I was pressing on the windows trying to force them down so I could reach in and unlock the door. I could get the windows to budge and I was leaving sticky finger prints all over the windows. In my desperation and drunken stupor I thought that I could stick my credit card inbetween the door and the cars frame and pick the lock, which as you might imagine, had no effect. In my anger and frustration I began to kick the drivers side door, desperate to get back into my car. As my frustration died down I began to panic unsure of what I was going to do next, and as I looked across the parking lot I saw my car parked at the other end. Yes, thats right, I had spent the last 20 minuets attacking a complete strangers car. You would’ve thought that when I ran around the to passenger side and saw a Winnie the Poo sticker on the back window I would have figured it out but in my state all I thought was “who put this sticker on my window?”, and proceeded to try and scrape i off with my car keys (which was unsuccessful and left Winnie looking like he had had a run in with Hannibal Lecter).
After that I stopped drinking for about 3 weeks strait, clod turkey. Now I have a drink or two (never more then 3) if the occasion arises, once or twice a week, but more often then not less then that.