Madelin
I blacked out on the futon and woke up to a cop shining a flashlight in my eyes and telling his partner who my parents are.
I blacked out on the futon and woke up to a cop shining a flashlight in my eyes and telling his partner who my parents are.
The only reason I don't feel guilty about drinking at age 14 is because I helped save a family from their house burning down while on my way to the store to get beer.
The day I finally stopped drinking was when my son showed me the bruises I never knew I gave him.
While you were at camp finding God, I was doing shots at a house party.
Apparently, getting absolutely smashed, calling him between pukes in the public bathroom, falling asleep on the street and waking up in his bed filled with mud was romantic only on my side.
I realized that I was placating my drunken mother the same way I used pacify to my drunken college friends.
My boss told me I needed to quit drinking so I told him he should stop having sex with prostitutes.
The past seven days have included alcohol poisoning, acquaintance rape, isolation from my friends, confessions to me about childhood abuse, and lots of cereal for dinner.
After the accident, still in a drunken stupor, he asked the cop how the police got there so fast, to which the officer replied, "You hit MY car."
My best friend looked at me and said, "My mouth tastes like Spring Break."
When my 8-year-old niece came home from her friend's birthday party and assured me that she did not drink any beer, I knew something was very wrong with our culture.
Thirty seconds before vomiting, the room spinning, vision cloudy, I recited the alphabet backwards and thought, "Well, I'm not drunk yet."
Puking up that champagne was really my head ridding my life of 2007.
I realized I was smarter than him when I was eight and learned what alcohol was.
You should have seen the looks on their faces when I, the girl who abhors underage drinking, announced that one of my goals in life is to try Canadian beer.
One of the most humiliating moments of my life happened in front of my favorite musician, and the song he wrote about that moment is on his new album.
My teetotaling harks back to the ripe age of 13 when, in a fit of uncontrollable giggling, I was ordered to a guest bedroom so they could continue the Passover seder.
Invariably, I take the time between her first (unanswered) phone call and the second to sober up enough to form coherent sentences.
My worst Valentine's day was probably not the year that my grandmother died, but instead the year my alcoholic roommate threw an anti-Valentine's-day party that ended with several guests in tears after he verbally abused them and stomped on a box of chocolates.
Just one thing: never let a drunk man try to open a can of lager with a knife.
It's not the fact that i was written up for 'underage alcohol consumption' that bothers me, it's the fact that for once, I hadn't had any at all.
It's not always the best idea getting drunk with your colleagues, but it's interesting!
After serving liquor to alcoholics all day, I realised that I am, in fact, a bad person.
My lover told me that she was drunk and wouldn't talk to me because of that, so I went to get drunk myself.
I once loved a girl more then anything in the world, and then she started drinking.