Lika’s Log

I did most of my drinking, as in alcoholismness in my teens; before I had kids anyway. I wanna say I wasn’t a big drinker but I think thats a selective memory thing going on. I drank every weekend, hello.

It was part of partying. The social scene. The thing to do. A choice. I was never a big beer drinker. I mean waste, 1 can and gotta go shishi. Plus alot of times no moe battroom around. Give me the straight stuff, aaaaaaaaa. I remember drinking Segrams straight up, no problem. I remember usually drinking mix drinks; screwdrivers, salty dogs, sloe gin fizz. Girly drinks, cause I girl! LOL

I hate not remembering. One time I got so frkng shitfaced drunk, I think I would have drowned. It was one of those wake up moments where I learned real quick I was not meant to be a drunk.

Imagine if you will: Haliewa Beach Park afta midnight, 3 carloads of teenagers and a bunch of us decide to go swimming. Yeah that will sober us up. Duh. So you know, back in da day us titas was part Boy Scouts too, always be prepared; we wore our bikinis just in case us go beach right. So we take off our clothes and go jump in da watah. Everybody making big noise in pitch black darkness. We were all spread out along da shore. I remember somebody calling my name. I rememba me not answering because I was lying in the water, the low time lapping on my body but my chest & above up on the sand. I think what happened is the waves lulled me to sleep aka I passed out. I don’t know how long it was but the next think I remember I felt like I was drowning, the water was over my head. Duh the tide had come up.

Funny how sudden shock can sober you up. I realized it was silence except for music coming from the parking lot. Good, I didn’t get left & stranded. I walk up to shore and gunnfunnit ukinimum sonofaotote ~ I couldn’t find my clothes. SHIT! I tried to remember where it was I had hemo my clothes and droppem. I remembered I was lined up wit one of the street lights from across the road. So I walked back in da watah, turn around and line myself up wit one of da street lights and walk towards da wall. I had to do it about 3 times before I found my clothes. I go back to the parking lot where everybody was and I get scolding cause they was waiting for me. Eh, I coulda been makidiedead. LOL Not. Dey was only laughing at me, dey was going send da search party but they was having too much good fun.

Gosh I just wanted to sleep I felt so drained and everybody was dancing and talking story and what not (making out). Anyway I told MG da driva of da car I came in to pop da trunk of da Roadrunna so I could lie down. So he did and everybody was leaning on da bumpa talking story, I made myself all comfortable. I could still talkstory and kickback too. Next thing you know somebody yells, “act natural act natural cops cops.” (Act natural cause us was all unnatural?)

Somebody says close da trunk. Another person says just puttem’ down no slam’um. The cop comes and he checking on all of us, whose driving ~ good get all sober drivas. He tells us “you kids gotta go home late awreddy.” He notices the trunk no stay closed plus he seen’um was up. He asks “Wot you guys get in da drunk, one dead body?” Everybody starts cracking up cause dey knew was me. Next ting I know da flashlight stay shining in my face. “Eh get one body in hea!” “I not dead I juss like moimoi.” Everybody was just laughing. Us loaded up and cruised home.

From dat day on I knew I would make one sorry ass drunk or druggie and it just was not worth it if I couldn’t remember what da hell went on.

Needless to say some of my friends still drink. That always amazes me. Alcohol like Smoking deminishes a lot of your health not to mention all the other related things. Like any other issue when it comes to alcoholism; everything is related. One thing impacts another.

Like sexually men think they “porn star” material when they are liquored up & buzzed. When in fact alcohol is a depressive and wot dey tink is HUD is not dat hud. You know wot I mean? Oh yeah yeah yeah there are those exceptions. *L*

Then again there’s a difference between having a beer or two and having a case or two. My alcohol worlds record from one night at the Hut in AlaMoana is 17 Salty Dogs and I wasn’t shit faced drunk. I was feeling no pain and I was one dancing machine, but shitfaced falling down drunk na-uh no was me. I was walking kinda straight or I believe I was. *L*

Its sad when any kind of drugs and/or alcohol affect a relationship; when good things turn sour you know. I think we’ve all had some kine of experience in being there done that; at leaste a time or two. Maybe we become predisposed to attract our own reflection. hmmmmm Hellisdat a profound thought? *L*

I don’t miss not drinking. Ok, I’m lying ~ there are hot days wen I want to just slam down a Long Island Ice Tea. If I go into a club I’m thinking I should order a drink, its what you suppose to do you know.

My logic has to kick me in da ass and mind and remind me my health is important and precious. I have medical issues and adding alcohol is not going to help it. With my luck probably cause another issue. I can handle not drinking.

Then again if da doctor or God said today’s your last day girlfriend ~ I would be tempted to grab a long neck Coors Light or a Heiniken.

I can handle not drinking alcohol. Its food thats my problem. *L*

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