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Blackout Drinking Is The New Pink
If there’s one thing in this world I know, it’s this: You gotta know your limit.
I don’t mean like how smart you are or how hard to push yourself when you’re working out or anything trivial like that. I’m talking about knowing how much you can drink.
One day a few months ago, a friend invited me out for a night of dancing and fun. I thought, hey, yes, I like dancing and fun. This will be excellent.
Cut to me four hours later in a blackout state, still dancing but question mark else? I don’t know because I was f*&cking wasted.
All I know is, I threw up in the bathroom of that club. And then I threw up in a diner afterwards. Twice. And then I think I took a cab home and went to sleep, but I know for sure that four hours later, I woke up and puked on and off for five hours, into my toilet, into plastic grocery bags, and all over myself. In fact, I vommed so much I burst a blood vessel, giving myself what I have affectionately termed zombeye. Zombeye, a bright red bloody eye, lasted two entire weeks.
But, of course, better zombeye than chlamydia. Another time I blacked out, I ended up going home with some random guy I met that night and suddenly coming to in his apartment with him on top of me. Fortunately, he stopped when I said stop, but I couldn’t believe what an asshole I was to put myself in that kind of situation. I drank until I lost control and I could have really paid for it.
Anyway, the point is, you have to know how much liquor you can handle. Otherwise you end up being a jerk, or being a skank, or ending up with zombeye.
I can drink two shots of tequila but three is sure death. My friend Katie can drink eight beers but can’t do shots. It doesn’t really matter what your limit is as long as you know it.
Right?
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Callie says:
Mon, 10th Mar 20089:10 am
I have a hard time with knowing my limit too. Once I'm at that point where anything tastes good, even wop mixed with beer, I don't know how to stop. I just keep drinking and the next thing I know I'm praying to the porcelain goddess. This doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, I sure pay for it in the end.
Palmer says:
Fri, 18th Apr 20088:55 pm
I just lost my marriage because my wife didn't know her limit. She went home with two strange men in the three-and-a-half years we were married. Our marriage had some problems, but nothing to justify that kind of behavior. If she had known her limit, we'd probably be working on our marriage instead of divorcing. But sometimes, blackout drinking leads you to do things that have irreversible consequences. Don't do that to yourself.
Kathryn S says:
Sun, 20th Jul 20083:12 pm
I totally agree… too bad sometimes you THINK you know your limit, only to have the Blackout Express totally derail you nonetheless.
Dana says:
Tue, 27th Jan 20093:12 pm
It requires you to acknowledge when you know in your HEAD you've had enough and to follow your head and no other urgings/encouragements. This takes immense discipline, sheer honesty and a definite recognition of your limits, as discussed above.
I finally know how much to fill my favorite wine glass and how many of those servings I can enjoy without incident. When I've reached this limit, I must set down my glass and start up a pot of boiling water for tea. I've gotten more successful with this procedure (and I do see it as such) during weeknights, and now I'm working on trying to do it on weekends. But my weeknight habits are starting to "set in" and I consider this a GOOD THING!!!