Picking up from last time –
I’d made the awesome (read: awful) decision to go get drunk, ’cause obviously that’s gonna solve all my problems.
Spoiler alert: It didn’t solve my problems! Who’da thunk it?
I woke up the next morning with a headache and skin that felt so dry, a brain that felt so drained. All of it felt pretty terrible. My workouts were torture. I was slower and things were harder. Aye aye aye aye aye.
How do some people do this every weekend?
I guess this makes me sound kinda lame, like “Oh, Aurora can’t handle her liquor” or whatever it is people say when they make fun of you for having a hangover.
Well, Aurora can’t handle her liquor! I rarely every drink. And it’s not a skill I care to cultivate.
As far as the actual night of drunken-ness, drinking seemed to make the people around me very happy. So people were having fun, which is nice. But it didn’t make me feel any better or free-er or happier or any of that…
My friend did say “Drunk Aurora is loud but so fun.” When I told that to a friend of mine, he said, “so exactly like non-drunk Aurora then?”
Precisely! If drunk Aurora is the same as non-drunk Aurora then what is the point, people? What is the point?!
So, anyway, I wasted a night (and really the next recovery day). (What a waste.)
And this is where I’ll pick up next time.