Why I Should Quit Drinking
Last night was the Leeds Universities Summer Ball and I may have overdone it just a little bit.
Drinking Rosé wine instead of my usual tipple of cider or lager (prices were ridiculous) I got drunk very quickly, which resulted in my friend finding me in the welfare tent with suspicious pulp on my face. Following hearing my night relayed to me in bits of second hand information – it’s safe to say I had a bit of a nightmare and may have made a massive bosom of myself.
By most accounts, I’m a pretty harmless drunk. Extremely affectionate and very silly. I enjoy it. The problem I’m always faced with is the worry the morning after when I’ve forgotten everything and then the inappropriate things I’ve said to whoever I’ve spoken to. Couple that with my tendency to just disappear when I think my night’s over and the shyness of sober Will returning when I’m talking to these people the following day – it leaves me with a horrible cloud of shame.
I’ve had great nights when I’m drunk, the majority in fact – I enjoy it a lot and people usually enjoy my company. It’s just the odd western (Western Super Mare – Nightmare) that makes me feel extremely self conscious about it all.
I had a sober month leading up to the end of my degree and it was refreshing to not have a write off day at least once a week. Shameful days like today always make me reconsider whether it’s worth it – it’d certainly save me a lot of money.
I know I won’t quit drinking though, drunk Will isn’t a big fan of sober people and sober Will really doesn’t like drunks – it just wouldn’t work. That, and I’ve got the Download Festival and the Metal Hammer Golden Gods Awards next week – the opportunity really isn’t around!