First of all, I just want to thank each and everyone one of you who commented on, liked, and reblogged my previous post. The outpouring of compliments, reassurance, and kindness means more to me than any of you might think. I am still getting comments rolling in on the blog (thank you! Keep them coming) and I reached almost 60 followers because of that post. It’s so nice to hear from so many people who are on their own leg of this journey. I truly can’t explain how happy all of you made me.
In case you were wondering, I made it through St. Paddy’s day just fine. My fiancé and I ran a 5k in the morning and ended up going out to our favorite bar (which I do from time to time) and got some dinner. I watched the stumbling, loud drunks and realized that I didn’t miss it at all. Last year, I WAS one of those people. By 10:30 I was drunk and on my way home hiccupping furiously in the backseat of my boyfriend’s parents car. I was so grateful that this year it was not me. One girl got kicked out of the bar around 8:30. While I was standing in line to get a refill of soda, I overheard other patrons talking about how ridiculous she was. I felt a wave of shame come over me thinking of how many times something like that may have been mumbled about me. At that moment, I felt so VERY secure in my decision to quit drinking, that it was amazing to me that I even wrote that very last post. That’s how sobriety is, I guess. In one weak moment, we are questioning everything and, and in the next we see how we truly were, and are thankful we are no longer that person. It’s kind of funny.
We went to a party that night too that some friends of my fiancés held. It was nice. I met some new people, and talked with some old friends from high school. No one was overly intoxicated and I wondered if my perception of St. Paddy’s was even really what I thought it was. Did I just THINK I was missing out on the fun because I had always been drunk before? Because nothing I saw that night when I was sober played into what I “thought” I’d be missing out on. Everyone was calm, and talkative.. no one was really centered around slamming beers, or doing shots. It was nice, actually. In fact, there were several others there who weren’t drinking as well and reasons aside, it was nice that I wasn’t the ONLY sober person there.
So all in all, I think I learned a valuable lessons this weekend. WE mold our perception of what we think is “fun”. I had just as much fun this year, talking and remembering conversations, than what my expectation of fun (getting wasted) has always been. I don’t even understand why I thought it was fun to get so drunk that I didn’t remember anything the next day. WHY did I think that was what I NEEDED to do to have a good time? I sure as hell didn’t miss the hangover, the waste of an entire day nursing a hangover, and just the way your body feels horrible after a night of heavy drinking. I thought of that girl that got kicked out and know in the end, I had a way better time than she did.
Oh and one more thing… On St. Paddy’s Day, I was exactly 9.5 months sober! =)