not become an alcoholic

I went to the Marc’s last night, a bar I’ve been known to drink heavily in. But this time it was different, I had only come there to give my friend a ride home. I walked in and instead of going immediately to the bar for a drink I found my friend and asked her to dance. Something I never do.

At round closing time we had made few new friends I’ll remember meeting. All in all I had a great time, and I was sober the whole time. Yay for me. : )

I’m 21 and so far so good. : )

8 weeks, 3 days, 20 hours and 25 minutes until I’m 21 years old. I really don’t want to do too much on that day, I actually don’t really want to go out but it’s apparently not my choice anymore. I have all my friends planning a different huge thing and I don’t want to go to all that.

Part of me just wants to pick a bar invite everyone and try my best not to get so drunk I puke for the next three days. Hell if I could manage to nurse one beer for the night it’ll be a win for me.

4 months, 4 days, 2 hours and 31 minutes until I’m 21 years old. I have to admit, I’m excited. But I know that I’ll have to learn my limits quickly.

is it normal to have one drink by yourself? I’m still doing cocktails, vodka and coke or whiskey and coke, mostly whatever’s in the apartment and whatever my roomate won’t notice I’m taking since I didn’t pay for the alcohol. So far it’s a lonely drink once a week, but it has only been two weeks of this. I just liked the idea of relaxing and enjoying some alone time with a drink. Maybe my family has made me too paranoid about becoming an alcoholic; they basically predicted that I was the most prone to it. I’ll tell you one thing, it sure makes the words flow a lot easier when writing. Hmm, I wonder if this is why so many writers were alcoholics.

I’m 22 years old with a new found love for alcohol and mixed drinks. I love how mixing drinks and appreciating the combinations can mimic cooking but when there’s no one to enjoy the fruits with me, drinking alone can strike in me the fear of becoming the alcoholic my father once was. I’ve at least graduated college but now the stresses of work make going to the bottle for relief all the more tempting. It’s almost like I’m kidding myself when I go out with my friends and say it’s them that’s relieving my stress. To top it off, my new roomate is a bit of a drunkard herself, and the alcohol available has increased.

I really need to watch out for flavored vodka. I hate the taste of it but I recently tried a raspberry flavored Smirnoff ice. After my third bottle I completely forgot I was drinking, after about five I was three sheets to the wind and out for the night.

I need to be more careful with those flavored drinks.

Growing up I seen what alcohol does to people, and that was enough to make me limit my consumption to two drinks or none at all if I was to be driving anyone home. On very rare occasions I have gotten drunk but I still remained responsible and stayed where I was.

But recently my mother told me that there is a history of alcoholism in both my mother’s side and father’s side of the family. This makes me even more cautious about the drinking.

I don’t want to ruin my life with all that.