dolorosa_12 | Drinking with strangers

I really shouldn't be allowed within 10 metres of any kind of alcohol. The problem is that I drink so rarely that I forget between drinking occasions how appallingly badly I behave while drunk. Yesterday, I was invited to two parties, and one gathering/pub crawl, and I ended up going to the gathering, which was with other English honours students, most of whom I knew only in a peripheral sort of way. We were all celebrating having given our nerve-wracking conference papers. Anyway, 3 vodka-lemon-lime-and-bitters, 3 glasses of wine and numerous vodka shots later, I was crying on the shoulders of three strangers and consoling a girl I'd just met, who was wailing about how she had been in love with a guy who is gay for the past three years.

In front of people I know, such behaviour would have been embarassing. In front of these near-strangers, it was mortifying. I literally cried for three hours straight about nothing at all. All the while these poor people were going 'It's all right, please stop crying, here, have some water' etc.

As they say, 'I shudder to relate'.

You would be unsurprised to know that I spent all of today feeling really ghastly.