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So, I played my first drinking game the other night. My best friends and I got together and played Mario Kart and Mario Tennis after a rough couple of weeks. For one night, we we’re all determined to have a good time instead of worrying about uncertain futures or the horrors of the past. After some shots of various types of alcohol I can safely say that is the best I’ve felt in a long time.
The next morning wasn’t great, but that’s beside the point.
I’ve never been out of control of my body. Never blacked out, never gotten on a table and started stripping or anything. I’ve always prided myself in that, telling myself I was better than the idiots who make a fool of themselves like that.
Now before you start trying to knock me off my high horse, let me tell you why I used to feel that way. As I’ve said before in my articles Why Blood Doesn’t Matter and I’m a Mom and I Hate Mother’s Day, my mother and I didn’t have the best relationship. My mom was selfish and set a bad example for me and gave me most of my self image problems. One particularly bad memory of my mom happened the night before my first choir banquet in 9th grade. My Aunt Tina had just graduated college and we all went out to celebrate her success.
My mom usually has at least one drink whenever we go out, but this was the first time there was an open bar. My mom had one lemon drop martini. Then another, and another, and another until she was humping my dad in public and trying to climb on tables and whooping…
