O Canada! Part Deux!
crap, so now I'm all mad since this is my third attempt at making this entry since the first time I got distraced chatting, and then I had a huge hours worth and it accedentaly got deleted when I bumped the back button on my mouse. so, I think I'll actually type it in Word and then paste it in here. here goes.
So, lately I had been thinking about my view on alcohol.
Up until recently I had been pretty adamantly against it. Not even just like, “against underage drinking” but like, against its very existence. Like some people might say, “I don’t drink myself, but I don’t really mind if other people do” or “I don’t drink, but its fun to watch all the other people being drunk”, but for me it would make me uncomfortable even being in the same room as someone who is drunk. This was how I felt, but recently I realized that this would often cause me to judge people, and sometimes prevented me from making connections with potential friends. I think a few times it even put up barriers between me, and important, close people I already knew and friends I already had. (so I’m really sorry if it’s ever felt like I’ve judged any of you or rejected/disapproved of any of you at all for having, or wanting to have alcohol. really, I mean it a lot). So I realized that how I was acting was completely unreasonable. I think it was to the degree of a prejudice, or even a phobia.
so part of this campaign I’ve been trying to undertake this summer and onward hopefully, of trying to open up more and connect with people and friends more and to give new things a try in general, I decided that I would at least give alcohol a try too.
And yup, I got drunk on a family vacation. :) I often talk to my parents about things that I think about and things that are bothering me, and lately they have been thinking that for the past year or two, I’ve kind of shut down many of aspects of my life. Like how practically every single weekend for the past two school years I’ve come home to hang out instead of making friends at school, among other things. I never really got into my “life” at college. So I’ve been trying to “get into” it a lot more lately, but it is difficult to start suddenly after two whole years. So after talking to my parents about this kinda stuff, I think it actually might have been my moms idea that when we go to Victoria, since I’m almost two years over their legal drinking age of 19, that I go ahead and have a couple of drinks and see how it goes. And actually, if I hadn’t been with my family, I don’t think I would have tried it at all. Although, I don’t think what happened was quite what she had in mind : )
So about the third day John (my sisters fiancé, henceforth will be referred to only as John, as opposed to Jon, whos my dad) went out and bought some Bacardi White rum. So that night I had my first alcoholic drink of rum and coke. Over the course of about 2 hours I had about 3 rum and cokes. Turns out that my face, ears, and neck get all hot and red, and that my eyes get really bloodshot. But other than maybe getting a little more chatty than usual and getting red, I don’t think I really felt much. It was all pretty fine though.
I tried a couple different drinks over a couple evenings during the trip though. It also turns out that I don’t really like the taste of beer all that much. I do like daiquiris though. Maybe I’ll develop a taste for beer in a couple of months after I’m 21 or something. (I also bought some Malibu Coconut rum later and we drank it with pineapple juice, I thought it was good) (Edit I also had a shot of Sothern Comfort whiskey and lime juice, called a "snakebite" by John, was alright, except for that intense alcohol in my mouth thing) Then in addition to the other stuff, it turns out that if I’m holding something or if it’s in front of me, I drink it, no sipping action at all, because while my sister drank about half of one glass of raspberry mojito from a pitcher we ordered at a restaurant, I drank two, and then the rest of hers. They were pretty good too. Up till now I had gotten kind of a warm feeling on my face and stuff from the alcohol, but I never really seemed to feel it. So on the fifth night we decided to go to the pub.
Now I don’t know how much you guys know about different drinks, but at the pub that night, in the course of about an hour, I had about five drinks. Two double long island ice teas, and a martini. I felt like if I had really wanted to or had needed to, I could have become serious and focused, but man, I got really silly, and apparently a little loud. heh, oops. Now, again, I don’t know how much you guys know, but that whole hour I spent sitting down, so when we stood up to leave, I hadn’t gone ten paces before it felt like all the blood had completely drained from my entire head. I stumbled about a block with the help of my sister and was gonna go puke behind some stairs in a court yard in the corner of a building, but luckily there was a chair there so I sat down and was okay again in a couple of minutes. I assume the standing up and walking around so suddenly after sitting for so long is what did it. Pretty soon my dad had gotten the car and we got back to the condo. We then watched Napoleon Dynamite. I think it was a bit more funny than usual. I didn’t get to bed for a couple hours, and I felt all kinda loopy for the whole time. My parents had me drink a bunch of water, which I guess helped since when I got up in the morning, there wasn’t a hangover. So over all I think I had a pretty good time. It was all kinda crazy and experimental feeling. Kinda like it was a very unusual experiment. It seemed good though. Although how ever fun it was, I don't think I need to do that again for at least a couple months.
So, it seems, according to my parents at least, I can definitely hold my liquor. And of the four different time that I personally bought alcohol up in Canada, I wasn’t carded once.
And that was, pretty much, the extent of my drinking experience in Canada : )
...um, questions/comments?
So, lately I had been thinking about my view on alcohol.
Up until recently I had been pretty adamantly against it. Not even just like, “against underage drinking” but like, against its very existence. Like some people might say, “I don’t drink myself, but I don’t really mind if other people do” or “I don’t drink, but its fun to watch all the other people being drunk”, but for me it would make me uncomfortable even being in the same room as someone who is drunk. This was how I felt, but recently I realized that this would often cause me to judge people, and sometimes prevented me from making connections with potential friends. I think a few times it even put up barriers between me, and important, close people I already knew and friends I already had. (so I’m really sorry if it’s ever felt like I’ve judged any of you or rejected/disapproved of any of you at all for having, or wanting to have alcohol. really, I mean it a lot). So I realized that how I was acting was completely unreasonable. I think it was to the degree of a prejudice, or even a phobia.
so part of this campaign I’ve been trying to undertake this summer and onward hopefully, of trying to open up more and connect with people and friends more and to give new things a try in general, I decided that I would at least give alcohol a try too.
And yup, I got drunk on a family vacation. :) I often talk to my parents about things that I think about and things that are bothering me, and lately they have been thinking that for the past year or two, I’ve kind of shut down many of aspects of my life. Like how practically every single weekend for the past two school years I’ve come home to hang out instead of making friends at school, among other things. I never really got into my “life” at college. So I’ve been trying to “get into” it a lot more lately, but it is difficult to start suddenly after two whole years. So after talking to my parents about this kinda stuff, I think it actually might have been my moms idea that when we go to Victoria, since I’m almost two years over their legal drinking age of 19, that I go ahead and have a couple of drinks and see how it goes. And actually, if I hadn’t been with my family, I don’t think I would have tried it at all. Although, I don’t think what happened was quite what she had in mind : )
So about the third day John (my sisters fiancé, henceforth will be referred to only as John, as opposed to Jon, whos my dad) went out and bought some Bacardi White rum. So that night I had my first alcoholic drink of rum and coke. Over the course of about 2 hours I had about 3 rum and cokes. Turns out that my face, ears, and neck get all hot and red, and that my eyes get really bloodshot. But other than maybe getting a little more chatty than usual and getting red, I don’t think I really felt much. It was all pretty fine though.
I tried a couple different drinks over a couple evenings during the trip though. It also turns out that I don’t really like the taste of beer all that much. I do like daiquiris though. Maybe I’ll develop a taste for beer in a couple of months after I’m 21 or something. (I also bought some Malibu Coconut rum later and we drank it with pineapple juice, I thought it was good) (Edit I also had a shot of Sothern Comfort whiskey and lime juice, called a "snakebite" by John, was alright, except for that intense alcohol in my mouth thing) Then in addition to the other stuff, it turns out that if I’m holding something or if it’s in front of me, I drink it, no sipping action at all, because while my sister drank about half of one glass of raspberry mojito from a pitcher we ordered at a restaurant, I drank two, and then the rest of hers. They were pretty good too. Up till now I had gotten kind of a warm feeling on my face and stuff from the alcohol, but I never really seemed to feel it. So on the fifth night we decided to go to the pub.
Now I don’t know how much you guys know about different drinks, but at the pub that night, in the course of about an hour, I had about five drinks. Two double long island ice teas, and a martini. I felt like if I had really wanted to or had needed to, I could have become serious and focused, but man, I got really silly, and apparently a little loud. heh, oops. Now, again, I don’t know how much you guys know, but that whole hour I spent sitting down, so when we stood up to leave, I hadn’t gone ten paces before it felt like all the blood had completely drained from my entire head. I stumbled about a block with the help of my sister and was gonna go puke behind some stairs in a court yard in the corner of a building, but luckily there was a chair there so I sat down and was okay again in a couple of minutes. I assume the standing up and walking around so suddenly after sitting for so long is what did it. Pretty soon my dad had gotten the car and we got back to the condo. We then watched Napoleon Dynamite. I think it was a bit more funny than usual. I didn’t get to bed for a couple hours, and I felt all kinda loopy for the whole time. My parents had me drink a bunch of water, which I guess helped since when I got up in the morning, there wasn’t a hangover. So over all I think I had a pretty good time. It was all kinda crazy and experimental feeling. Kinda like it was a very unusual experiment. It seemed good though. Although how ever fun it was, I don't think I need to do that again for at least a couple months.
So, it seems, according to my parents at least, I can definitely hold my liquor. And of the four different time that I personally bought alcohol up in Canada, I wasn’t carded once.
And that was, pretty much, the extent of my drinking experience in Canada : )
...um, questions/comments?