The World According To Me

I remember the times, only 2 or 3 years ago, when I could drink for 4 nights in a row and still function for the working week.

I remember when I could still be drinking at 5am in the morning, when the bouncers were trying to kick us out of the Sherbourne so they could close. Now I actually utter the words “No thanks, I don’t want another champagne, I’m going to head home”, and that disappoints me somewhat.

I remember when a hangover took only a few hours and a strong coffee to eliminate. Now it takes three days, a lot of fried food, vomiting, sleep and usually some tears, to subside.

I remember when I was umm-ing and ahh-ing about being able to afford to go out, only having $20.00 in my purse when Raftis uttered the words “Don’t worry Kymmy, that’s why God gave you boobs”. Now it takes half my weekly pay-packet for me to have a good night out.

So why do I do it?

Because drinking is equated (for me at least) with socialising, and socialising is much more fun when you’ve got some head fuzziness going on. Because there’s no way I’d bust the “Christina Aguilara” move on the dance floor if I was sober. Because I’m 23 and I still can. God knows what’s going to happen when I’m 30 if in only the past few years my tolerance has deteriorated so much. Because we could all die tomorrow and those yoga loving bean eating weirdo’s could have been worshipping their temples for nothing. Fuck it, I’m going to smoke and drink and drunkenly pash random blokes because I’m young, and I want to.

On another (not completely unrelated) note….I was at the pub the other week with a couple of work colleagues, one of whom is happily married to an amazing woman. It makes me warm and fuzzy to think that these sorts of marriages still exist. It’s been 12 years and he’s still clearly besotted with her. I love that. In my never-ending quest to glean some sort of insight into what it takes for a happy relationship (clearly not being able to have one of my own yet), I said “Michael, how did you know that she was the one?”. He replied “Kym, I looked at her and I didn’t know if I wanted to sleep with her, or drink with her”.

It still brings a tear to my eye. Beautiful. So that’s going to be my yardstick from now on.

# posted by Kymmy : 5:58 pm