That Time I (Maybe?) Gave Away A Kidney – Part 42 (Aaand Then… I Got Drunk?!)

Sunday, August 2nd, 2015

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.

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