I celebrated Halloween for the first time on Saturday. It was...an experience. My friend organised a party, and for a while we just sat around talking, dancing, and drinking. We played a drinking game and by the end (okay, I'll be honest, pretty early on in) I was completely drunk. I'm a well-known lightweight. I don't know how or who planned it, but we decided to go to an open party. By "we" I mean my friends planned it and I saw them getting ready, had no clue what was happening, but desperately didn't want to be left out so I just went along with it.
Open parties aren't my thing. I was diagnosed with social anxiety at 13 and am only just starting to overcome it. I'm an introverted person and just very anxious in general. I've had plenty of parties with friends but not big ones with people I don't know. You can imagine I'd usually be terrified of this kind of thing. But I was so out of it and confused I just saw my friends getting ready, grabbed my shoes and jumped in the uber with them.
Honestly the party was kind of fun? I caught up with an old friend, we yelled about being bi for a while, I hugged a lot of strangers, was too drunk to notice all the drugs, and very badly twerked on my friend. If there's one thing I learnt, it's that I'd make a terrible stripper. I was pretty anxious throughout the whole thing though. I had enough clarity to know this wasn't something I'd usually do. One of my biggest fears is sexual assault, and I was petrified someone would assault me. Luckily nothing like that happened and all people wanted to do was tell me how short I am. Eventually someone told us that the police had been called and we booked it out of there. Some guy got knocked out in a fight as we were leaving and we left right as the police arrived.
Back at my friend's house, I continued my string of bad decisions by deciding to keep drinking. All in all it was a fun night - but the hangover was ROUGH. I know people who can get really drunk and won't get bad hangovers. But if I get really drunk, I throw up a lot. This was a whole new level. I fell asleep on my friend's couch, woke up an hour later and threw up in an empty chip packet. And then on my sleeping bag. While I was in it. My friend sorted me out while another friend did a one man drag performance and another guy also threw up. He puked an entire mushroom, apparently. Luckily for him that was the end of it. For me, the hangover was just starting. I was so out of it I slept through my friend vacuuming the couch I was sleeping on. Woke up again and thought "hey, I feel fine, I guess I just needed to puke once!" Went back to sleep, woke up again, and immediately vomited in the chip packet again. I ended up throwing up a grand total of six times that day.
I also managed to lose my phone. I'm terrible at putting my phone down in weird places and abandoning it when drunk. I somehow managed to keep it on me while I was completely fucked at the open party, in a pocket half the size of my hand crammed full of things. Aaaaand then I lost it at in my friend's house. No idea how. She looked everywhere but couldn't find it. No one else could. You don't know just how addicted you are to the internet until you have no phone for a week. I bought a new phone and the day after I did my friend found my phone. All in all it was fun!
Uh, the moral of the story is drink responsibly, kids.
