And remember the wedding I've mentioned in like, every previous post I've made?
Well I was THAT person at THAT wedding; fml.
I should have expected it, really, with my luck and judgment, why shouldn't I have been the crazy one?
So the evening started off pretty well. The wedding ceremony was actually quite quaint despite the large number of people, and oh my gawsh the couple looked BEAUTIFUL. Seriously, they looked like they dropped 10 lbs for the day, though that might have not been intentional (stress?)..
My party and I sat in the back so:
Our view as bride and groom stood at the altar.
...Anddd thennn we headed to the cocktail hour/reception. Ack.
During cocktail hour a few of us girls decided to start off the night with shots; only the bar didn't do shots and so we were left with dry glasses of tequilas equaling to maybe two-ish shots a glass.
The agreement was to down half and to pass the glass over to someone who didn't have any, but of course those "who didn't have any" suddenly disappeared, and so I started with two. Then one of the gals decided (after a sip) that the drink wasn't for her and passed it to me. There's four.
We move onto the dinner, where at this point I realize that all I had that day was oatmeal. In addition, I had nothing the previous day because I was fasting for the couple. It was too bad that at this point my alcohol induced mind decided it didn't really care. Yeap, +2.
Now I sat down at my table where the waiter proceeded to take down dinner orders, and my friend (Jenny) and I schemed on the fastest possible way to make it to the open bar. Not before taking a photo or two in the bathroom of course:
Notice my posture? Yeah, the "I'm goneee and slouching" pose, while Jenny (jsquared921.blogspot.com) looks pristine.
We make our way to the bar where we down two shots of (absolut) vodka (now at eight); by the time we make it back to our table the appetizers are out and waiting. I swear our incentive was to beeline to the bar any chance we had, because right after our appetizers, WE HEAD BACK. This time is the return of tequila! Ten.
After ten, dinner's ready - in my normal state of mind I would've realized not to eat it because it was BURNT:
This was the GOOD side, as in the other sides of the vegetables were completely the color of those "grill marks".
- however, I was not in the right state of mind and was starving so..
Then, the world was woozy and spinning and I've added to my list of realizations that it's been a year since I've drunk any alcohol, and it finally hit me. THIS WAS A HUGE MISTAKE (No crap Sherlock).
What made the whole situation better? If you guessed that I felt everything come up, then yes, you are correct!
I grabbed the ice bucket in which the wine bottle was sitting, pulled it out and did my thang. No embarrassment, just "please let me survive and sleep!"
Thankfully I wasn't alone; I have amazing people in my life who escorted me to the bathroom and held my hair back (while giving me glorious back rubs), as I paid tribute to the porcelain queen.
The friends I originally came to the wedding with even let my other friend and I stay at their place, while they stayed at their parents! I mean who does that? They entrusted their living space to a drunk, plus one, just so we could be comfortable! My heart explodes every time I recall this information.
Yes, I was embarrassed. This happened amongst church people after all, on a Saturday, right before church. But at the end of the day (or morning), I wasn't ashamed of my shame because well, I DESERVED it.
Not only did I down those shots with the assumption I could handle it, I was vocally expressing my excitement for who THAT PERSON would be. I really feel like God taught me a lesson in hypocrisy and pride. I'm pretty sure drinking is definitely now out of my life.
Additional pictures:
View of the dinner table (&best picture I took all night haha).
Appetizers! And that wine bucket...
Charm✌참
