Booze fueled events, while not a "dangerous" or "scary" place for me, just ain't enticing.
Being around people drinking barely registers.
Being around drunk people makes me irritated.
Even boozy breath makes my tummy get tumbly.
I wish I did not have a moment of apologetic regrets when I turn down invitations to events that are geared around teh drinking. I like parties. I don't much care for hanging out in bars.
Then again, even when I was seriously drinking, I didn't go out to bars a great deal. I had my haunts, certainly. I still go to the Phoenix, and to Mission ChaChaCha, and I pray for the day that Original Joe's reopens!
But I wish I did not reflexively apologize when I am just not interested in going out with people whose agenda is drankin' it up. :-|
Being around people drinking barely registers.
Being around drunk people makes me irritated.
Even boozy breath makes my tummy get tumbly.
I wish I did not have a moment of apologetic regrets when I turn down invitations to events that are geared around teh drinking. I like parties. I don't much care for hanging out in bars.
Then again, even when I was seriously drinking, I didn't go out to bars a great deal. I had my haunts, certainly. I still go to the Phoenix, and to Mission ChaChaCha, and I pray for the day that Original Joe's reopens!
But I wish I did not reflexively apologize when I am just not interested in going out with people whose agenda is drankin' it up. :-|
- Mood:
uncomfortable
