I Love Mondays!

Well first time getting drunk in over a month and it was pretty successful (Well the drunk part at least). I wasn't planning on going to crazy and neither was my friend (let's call him Bob for story-telling sake). Well Bob is actually a little bit older so he went ahead and bought us some beers. He bought some Beck's and one german beer that I still can't decide if it tasted good or not.

Well we couldn't drink back at the dorms cause both of our roommates had early mornings and we aren't assholes so we went to this park next to the freeway. Sounds ghetto right? We thought so too, so after a beer each and watching some cops drive by, we decided to find a different place to drink. We walked up to this really nice building and of course there was probably a few security cameras next to the building but we found a really (like REALLY) nice park next to this nice building. I am talking like water fountains and architectural shit (and grass of course). Luckily it was a ways from the street so we weren't too concerned about cops and such.

So we just had a few beers and talked which now that I think about it I kind of feel weird about it. I had a total of five beers over the course of two hours. So I was drunk but doing it right. And I have this thing were I don't have sex till I'm married and it isn't something I am shy about because it is part of who I am. Well for a really long time he was telling me how stupid that was. He pretty much said you have to sleep with a lot of people to ever be in a happy relationship, wait he didn't pretty much said that, he did. I don't know I just feel really awkward about the whole conversation because there is something called slut-shaming which is awful and disgusting and judgmental. And I feel like there is something on the opposite side of the spectrum, I have decided to call it prude-shaming. So I was prude-shamed. And I wish, I seriously wish really really hard, that people that are my age would stop trying to give me relationship advice because we are all babies and we all still have a long way to go until we are not babies. I get it, I am too young to be talking like I'm talking about that one guy, but honestly how the fuck does Bob seriously know what is best for me.

I am perfectly content with keeping my legs closed till I get married. It is something that I actually want in my life. And I know it isn't what everyone wants and I respect the shit out of that everyone. But I wish people would stop telling me to sleep around cause it'll make me feel like I am experiencing life to the fullest and becoming a stronger person. LIKE NO, BOB JUST NEEDS TO RESPECT THE FACT THAT I KNOW WHO I AM AND IF I FALTER IN THAT THEN I AM NOTHING. Does that make sense? Probably not actually but hey the fucks I could give do not exist. 

This turned from story time to rant time real fast. Apologies but I feel super uncomfortable when I have conversations like this and even more uncomfortable when I am drunk while having them.

Best regards,

Elizabecks (hehe clever right?)

Merry Christmas to Me

    Yes to all three of Elizabeth's questions.

     Last Sunday, I broke my unavoidable alcohol fast. And it was pretty damn great. We had very sweet champagne which I cannot remember the name of unfortunately, plus some Tito's Handmade Vodka from Trader Joe's. Apparently it's a gluten free vodka that has been distilled six times. My friend Teagan promised this meant I wouldn't get a hangover, though this certainly wasn't the case. Christmas Eve, I was disproportionally hungover to the level of drunkness I reached the night before. Maybe it was the combination of vodka + champagne, but I woke up with the shakes and a nauseous stomach. However, I still quite like this vodka... the smell and taste are not nearly as intense as I find vodka to normally be.

We started drinking at about 7:30pm, and I finished at approximately 1:30 in the morning. So it was nice and spread out. During this time, we watching the creepiest Christmas movie I've ever seen: Jack Frost from 1998, hung out in my friend's jacuzzi, sat around her outdoor fire pit, and I got the hardcore drunchies and downed an entire bowl of Doritos. I have literally never enjoyed Doritos as much as I did Sunday night. To be honest, I wasn't incredibly drunk. And I ended up going to sleep at 5AM, which meant about three hours of sleep total for me. Whoops. I fell asleep on the couch at my grandparent's house before dinner on Christmas Eve...

     That night we also played my favorite drinking game, King's Cup, which is a pretty well-known game. And I learned how to play a new game called "Fuck You Pyramid," which I quite liked as well. You set up cards in a pyramid, then each person gets three cards. To begin, you turn over one of the cards in the pyramid. Then, if it's your turn, you set down a card that matches the card in the pyramid in either number or suit. Then you pass on the turn to someone in the group by saying "Fuck you.. [insert person's name here]." If you can't do match the pyramid card and no one is willing to put down a card for you, or if you run out of cards before someone else loses, you have to drink (in seconds) the number of cards that were physically put down during the round. Hopefully that made some bit of sense... when/if we ever get to drink in a group over break, I'll teach you! :)

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     Also, I got you girl. Tomorrow I'm visiting my boyfriend in his hometown, and I've asked him to buy a handle of Captain Morgan that I can take home, just for you :) When I find out the price, I will hit you up for half. And then we will spend the first week of January blissfully buzzed. We can try making a lemon drop whenever we have vodka available, but for now, I want to try a good old fashion rum and coke!!

Vodka Love,

Charlie

Desperate

Dear Charlie,

I was curious and had some questions. Are you still going to that friends house? Still seeing the boy? Possibly getting friend to get handle for our needy tummies?

If the answer to the first question is yes, I wish you the best in your drunkenness and drink for me too because that isn't that much because I am the literal lightest lightweight (no lie).

Also if you happen the get tha drank, let me know how much it was and I shall get cash for you. And I think we should experiment with recipes to get fancy or some shit like that. Like make legit drinks. I kinda want to try a lemon drop or maybe a lemon drop shooter. They sound kinda tasty and they seem really easy to make.

Not so rummin' lovin',
Elizabeth

p.s. applied for a job at cheesecake factory by university, those bitches best collect.

Sober as Fuck: Day 7

     It's been one week since I last drank.... Bit bored to be honest. After almost three months of fairly easy access to alcohol, it's a bit rough to be back home with no resources. No fake ID. No coming of age. No burn-out friends. I had mono all of November with no desire to drink whatsoever, and so I was successfully sober for over a month and a half. But now I am healthy and home... And when you have no schoolwork and you live in a suburban wasteland with a bunch of douchey white kids and there is absolutely nothing to do for three weeks, it's the most inconvenient time to be running dry. What did we do in high school?! I can't remember, and so we've resorted to watching Justin Bieber videos. The definition of privileged girl problems.

But actually this song is lovely on the ears; enjoy.

Vodka Love,
Charlie