Blame It on the Alcohol

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Drunk actions are sober thoughts

 
Hmmm, I think this very much can ring true, but not in all cases. The thing is, I understand that sometimes people can express themself more "freely" while under the influence, but I also think that intoxication can lead to exaggeration....and I don't ever see "I was drunk" as a valid excuse...well, almost ever. This saying gets overused and often people use it as an excuse to say how they actually feel but if the reaction doesn't fit to their liking then... blame it on the a-a-a-aaalcohol. 
-Tipsy Tilly

My position on this famous quote is that being drunk cannot be used as an excuse for one’s actions.  Having said that this quote in my opinion does speak the truth because when your drunk you project your true feelings and emotions which you might not otherwise when you are yourself.

I definitely agree with the preceding quote as it was surely written by a person wiser than me.  But you don’t have to be a wise person to know that this quote does make a strong point.  As we all know from our own experiences, we are not ourselves when we’re intoxicated.  And we all do things that we end up regretting the following day.  By this I mean we do or say things that we have been carrying or hiding from others.  That’s were drunk dialing, and your sudden openness to tell others how you feel comes out.

This happened to me when I ran into a certain lovely lady and she played me her voice mail messages.  When I heard those I was embarrassed and vowed to never let that happen to me again.  Since then I can honestly say that I have learned better self-control and more importantly I have built up more tolerance to alcohol.  I can drink more without getting “wasted” and with age I have learned that this is the much better way.

-Frank the Tank

Sober thoughts become drunken actions? I would definitely have to agree with this statement because I feel like alcohol serves as the anti-filter in which all of your deepest darkest thoughts, even those you are most ashamed of, are revealed. I’m not saying that it’s ok to do these things, as if its some sort of excuse, but I think the fact that we don’t have control over intoxicated actions is what makes inner uncontrolled instincts take charge. 

 -Loosey Goosey

I think that the statement “drunk actions are sober thoughts” does not ring true to me.  I rarely have coherent thoughts while drunk and I can sometime become a completely different person acting out in ways I would never if I were sober.  I believe this statement is a cop out or a way to false identify someone’s actions while being intoxicated.  I know sometimes that this statement can be true but for the most part I believe things become exaggerated and more of a big deal when someone is drunk rather than sober.

-Booze Babe

World Cup Germany 2006

After planning and saving up for over a year, my very anticipated trip to see Mexico

play in the World Cup was finally here. It was summer and there was a ton of people

I knew who were also making the trip. Just going to the airport and taking the long

cross Atlantic flight was exciting and I couldn’t wait to drink my first beer at a German

beergarden. When we got there, my party and me couldn’t believe how beautiful and

organized this country was, after all it had been completely decimated just 50 yrs prior.

But we made it and instead of resting and getting settled down we left our bags at

the hotel and proceeded to the ‘fanfest’ which FIFA installed in every host city as a

gathering place for fans to have a good time and watch games. We drank, we ate, we

got to know a group of locals who were very nice and cordial.

-Frank the Tank

After a night of heavy drinking we decided to head back. Remember we were in Berlin,

first day and moving around in the metro, so we had to ask around. My friends and I

being drunk and as happy as we were decided to jump the gate and save ourselves a

Euro or two. To our misfortune, a ticket agent entered a couple of stations later, but

when she saw that we were tourists there for the Cup, told us something in German

which we assumed was not good and simply let us go. That gave us a really good

feeling and made us louder and happier. On the walk to the hotel we stopped at a bar

just cause we needed one more for the road. They were letting people drink openly

in public and when in Rome. So we continued drinking and walking home we had

to go to the bathroom. I felt I was about to explode so there was a small green area

where I decided I would take a leak. On the other side of the trees was a parked van of

the ‘polizei’. One of them saw us and called the cavalry.

Long story, we get cuffed and thrown in the back of a paddy wagon. Our good times

immediately turned somber. Luckily for us and after some words in German which we

had no idea what they were saying, we told them we were from Mexico, we had some

laughs and they let us go.

Three weeks of World Cup in Germany and this is how it all started.

Thats What You Get For Waking Up In....Cabo?

Cabo Spring break!!!! Everybody was far too excited, Spring Break with all of your college friends...in Mexico?!?! What could be better! The night before Cabo we all drove up to LA since our flight was at 5 am the next morning. Luckily, we had a friend who lived semi-close to LAX so we all stayed there. We decided to begin the preparty for Cabo in LA that night. We had a sober ride to the airport at 3 am, so why not pregame Cabo a bit, right?

We all sat around the campfire overlooking the city lights of LA for hours, discussing what seemed to be life, love, and other mysteries. Drink after drink, the conversations started getting more interesting, and I recall a few stumbles here and there. 

3 hours later- All of the sudden i'm walking into LAX International.... with no shoes on. 

"Where are my shoes, where are we?? What's goin on?!" These were only a few of the questions I found myself asking. Walking through security to get to Mexico with no shoes on...probably not my finest moment. 

The next part is also a blur- but don't judge too much, I mean it was like what 3 or 4 am? 

The plane ride consisted of tequila...and passing out? Next thing you know, HOLA AMIGA!!!!! And BAM, I'm in Mexico.

-Tipsy Tilly

SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY

After freshman year I begged my parents to let me go visit my best friend in Florida for a week and half during the summer.  I have never been to Florida let alone Tampa.  Upon landing I began sweating profusely and decided I should hydrate with some vodka.  After unpacking and getting settled in my friend decided she would show me the town/her friend’s house, who was having a party.  When we walked in I was suddenly overtaken with the drunken notion that I too must talk in a Southern accent the entire evening.  So I embarked on this endeavor and would not stop talking in an accent for the entire night.  My friend just looked back at me and said, “Honestly that is the worst impression of a Southern accent I have ever heard and you should probably stop because no one will believe you.”  Well she was wrong; all her friends loved my accent and DJing skills. 

Obviously as the night progressed we all got hungrier and hungrier.  So, we decided on the lovely Stake’N’Shake down the street to delight our taste buds.  After ordering my burger and having one bite I threw up my arms and decided I was over this establishment and went outside to make a phone call.  As I was lying on my back outside the restaurant on the phone with my best friend from home I began to tell her all about my evening (still in my thick Southern accent) and then began to profusely lie about everything.  I told her I was at a truck stop in Georgia and that I was slowly making the journey back home to Washington because my parents had been robbed of all their money.  Little did I know that inside some man had just walked in proclaiming, “Does that girl in the flower dress belong to anyone?”  On this note my friend whom I was visiting just simply told him “YUPP!” and continued to eat her burger.

Long story short, I woke up to 13 missed calls, one from my boyfriend and 12 from my parents (who left me 11 voicemails…really?) and about 35 texts.  15 texts from me telling myself things that I appeal thought were “funny” and the rest from my parents freaking out about what state I am in and why I felt it necessary to hitch hike on trucks all the way home.  Needless to say they were relieved to find out that I was really still in Tampa and would be arriving home on a plane in about a week.  It is safe to say my first night had been a success and definitely set the bar for the rest of the trip.

Until next time,

Boozey Babe

True Life: I Always Black Out

Going to Vegas with my fake ID never sounded sweeter than during the Spring Break of my freshman year of college. I had been using a fake ID since I was sixteen years old, but had never had the chance to use it like this! Everything was perfect. We had a free ride and free hotel to Sin City. The first two nights were great, but somehow I ended up babysitting the majority of girls that went with us on our trip. Yet, little did I know the night I had ahead of me during our last night in town. We started drinking at 9am, headed to the pool where we continued drinking and were dying in the sun. While we were at the pool we met some very rich men who invited us to The Palms that evening for one of their birthdays. Of course at this time it sounded like a great idea! Free booze, limo, and rich dudes...can't go wrong there. The pool to dinner and getting ready for the night was all just a blur, but once we got down to the lobby to meet them at the limo, my memory starting sticking. The music was loud and the seating was crammed, but the champagne was flowing and I was happy. Once we got to The Palms, we did not have to wait in any lines and went right to our sky box at Rain. After dancing and pounding tequila shots for about three hours, I decided it was time for me to go back to our hotel- alone. I was smart enough not to walk the very long distance, but instead of just taking a normal cab, I decided it was not safe enough and took a limo back all by myself. $100 later and a great sob story to the driver about how I did not want to pay that much money, I made it back to the hotel restaurant to meet some of the girls that made it back by normal cab. We proceeded to eat a large meal and spend even more money that we didn't have. By 4 AM I had made myself a bed on our hotel room's love seat, but decided not to change out of my dress or heels. At 5:20AM, hotel security knocked on our door, asking us to leave the hotel immediately. Still completely dressed and drunk and spinning, I tried as hard as I could to pack my suitcase and get out of the room. I made it downstairs just in time to go to the bathroom and throw up the entire meal I had just consumed. Then tried to fall asleep on top of my suitcase in the hotel lobby. Security asked me again to leave, so I found our car in the car garage and fell asleep next to our car. Two hours later, my girlfriends found me, and we headed out of Vegas. Not such a great ending to a crazy weekend, but what a great story it has been to tell. Until next time!

Yours truly,

Wasted Wolly

How Did I Get Home?

 It was my first week in Washington, D.C., a brand new city with brand new friends. After a wild night at a bar, I woke up the next morning in complete shock realizing that I didn’t remember how I got home, let alone in my pajamas, safely in bed. As I stumbled to find my phone I had 11 missed calls and text messages from the 2 friends I had gone out with the night before asking where the hell I was and freaking out that they had lost me and hoping I was ok. Before I could even reply, I searched franticly for my purse, and sure enough it was thrown on my floor and my wallet and all of my belongings were still in it from the night before. Oddly enough, there was some even extra cash that I don’t remember having the night before and a taxi cab’s card. Frantically surprised, I checked my bank statement to find out that at 3’ o clock in the morning I apparently wandered out of the bar, successfully put myself into a taxi cab, stopped at an ATM to pull out cash for the cab, and got to my new apartment somehow safely. I reluctantly called my friends back, who were beyond relieved to hear that I was ok but freaked out that they managed to lose me when I was completely blacked out. We all went over the details of our night and sure enough I had pieced the story all together with my random clues. It seemed kind of funny how successfully I got home in my blacked-out state, but it was also pretty terrifying knowing how much danger I could have put myself in and never have even known it. In all the excitement and surprise of being home, I was beyond relieved and grateful that nothing bad had happened. Just a word of advice: do as I say, not as I do.

Yours Truly,
Loosey Goosey