A Night To Remember

Never again, never again, were the thoughts that raced through my mind as my head buried itself into the toilet bowl. My body seemed to be regurgitating everything it had consumed within the last year. After a few minutes I seemed a bit recovered and tried to raise my frail body off of the floor, but as soon my legs half straightened themselves out, I jerked back into puking position. It was at that very moment I vowed never to drink to such an extent ever again. One night of excessive drunkenness can make you never want to drink again. It was a warm autumn weekend when I came home from school. My boyfriend, Adam, who is in a band, was playing at a 40th birthday in a bar Saturday night, which meant free drinks. I hadn’t really ate anything the whole day and I knew I’d be drinking so we stopped off at Starbucks for so some coffee and snacks, just so I’d have something in my stomach. I sipped my coffee and nibbled on carrot cake as the band set up. I was still hungry when the carrot cake was done so Chris, a friend of the band, and I went for some pizza. When we came back the band was starting. They played the first song, “Old Time Rock n Roll”, really great. Actually, practically every song they played that night

Some of the men at the bar bothered me, but Chris stayed by my side, and so did Adam on his breaks making sure it was obvious he was my boyfriend. I got home around four in the morning, mumbled good night to my parents, and collapsed on my bed, praying I wouldn"tmt throw up again. All I wanted to do was erase the horrible experience. The car ride started out okay, but the movement made me dizzy and nauseous, and I couldn"tmt hold it in anymore. My boyfriend insisted I stop, but drunk already, I blocked out his pleas. The crowd though, didn"tmt seem to be as appreciative, no one clapped after every song besides Chris and myself. I knew it had to end though, when he pulled me extremely close. The idea of drinking seems so foreign to me now. "She drank too much", Adam replied. "Oh, that"tms okay, we"tmll clean it up", the man so kindly said. But it was too late, by then I"tmd had around twenty shots, I was gone. Ever since that unforgettable night, I have not had one single drink, and I don"tmt think I will be able to for a while. Adam took me back to the car and he drove to a car wash, since he couldn"tmt go back home with puke all over it. My ulcer felt like it was going to rip itself out of my stomach, my head felt like it was going to topple off, and the rest of my body felt as if it would disintegrate.