Raising The Bar


The last time I went to a bar was well over 6 years ago. It was my “I’m going to rehab party”. I had to report to a rehab center as a condition of my probation. It was that or go to prison to finish out my 2 felony counts of 2-20 years.

I chose rehab.

DUH

I got disgustingly drunk that night off of whatever was put in front of me…..which not only included booze but various other illegal substances.

I barely made it to the check in for the rehab center before a blue warrant was put out on me.

And that was the last time I was in a bar.

Until last Friday.

I journeyed to the great city of Chicago for a wedding.

The pre wedding party was at a bar. This particular bar was closed down for regular business to accommodate the wedding party, family and friends. Roughly 60-70 people.

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The floodgates to “Booze-a-palooza” were opened at 7 pm.

2 words-

OPEN BAR

Final tab- $7500

Complete sentences were hard to come by after about 9:30.

Me….I indulged with 1 coca cola…on the rocks….sans the straw.

I am not sure if that was on the tab or not.

Day 2-

The wedding was beautiful. I cried….. It was my sister that got married….therefore I was allowed to.

After the champagne toast ( I had a lovely Sprite in one of those fancy flutes), cocktail hour began.

2 words-

OPEN BAR

It was a great weekend for those whose indulge in the spirits. The booze just kept coming.

Of course as the night went on the music began to change from-

Dinner music to Billy Joel to Guns and Roses to 2Pac.

Nothing like seeing women over 30 do the Axle Rose dance or white men over 30 act like Gangsta rappers.

Alcohol has that effect on some.

Next came the rooftop party at the hotel.

Without going into too much detail here are the high (or low)lights of the fiesta-

-one of my family members was refused entrance into the party for bring too drunk….my sister gets him in about an hour later….he then gets booted out for being too drunk.

-one of the grooms friends, drops his pants and urinates on the bar……then falls into a glass table. He doesn’t get kicked out and the table is quickly replaced with another glass table.

-the previously mentioned family member is wandering the streets of Chicago in a drunken stupor texting other family members telling them it will be their fault if he gets murdered while wandering the streets of Chicago.

At 6:30 a.m. I receive a call from said family member asking if I can let him in.

He survived the streets of Chicago with only shame and embarrassment to show for it.

My drink tally for the night-

I sprite
1 coca cola
2 glasses of water
1 cup of coffee

Day 3-

Brunch at a patio bar….

The events of the night before are the joke of the day.

Mimosas
Margaritas
Beer

Are the drinks of the day.

Me…I got Starbucks before brunch.

That pretty much sums up my experience at “booze-a-palooza”,

I had fun with the family that I hadn’t seen in a while.

My sister now has a new last name.

And I have my first experience being in a bar sober.

And that experience reminds me why I remain sober.

It’s still good2begone

But

I sure am glad 2 be home.

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13 thoughts on “Raising The Bar

  1. Awesome stuff. I haven’t been to a booze a palooza like you did (yet), but I imagine that it could get boring at times, when people start repeating themselves, and having any sort of conversation with them becomes tiring. I think it would take something like a wedding or such to get me out there, because I don’t often get out like that. Not my scene, ya know? And a bad idea if it was still my scene.

    Glad it turned out well for you! I would have to do my best to not be too smug about it all 🙂

    Cheers,
    Paul

    • In not the social butterfly I used to be. At one time that was my scene, but it’s not anymore. I got asked by my family more than once if I was ok, of if I was bored. I was fine just out of place. I was blessed enough to be there for my sister as she begins her new life with her awesome husband. Drinking happens all the time…everywhere. It’s good to know that I could be there and not be part of the happening.

  2. Those are absolutely the best kinds of occasions to keep me sober. Seeing people THAT drunk (which, of course, is the only way I did it) is the best incentive ever to just stay the heck away.

    I don’t even laugh at them anymore…I just feel bad for them.

    Bravo to you! I would have had a lot more diet coke and then would have had to watch the show in the ladies room as well.

    Two words

    Not pretty

    Sherry

    • Thanks. I really wasn’t looking for cheers for not drinking with this post. It was just a reminder to myself that even though I don’t drink, others do. If I want to be involved with family or other events I have to accept that drinking will be involved.

      • Yeah I know, it’s still no easy feat to be in the situation without joining in – whether you choose not to drink because you are a recovered alcoholic or, you just choose not to. Even for me who just chooses not to, the social pressures make sticking to that very hard. It is easier to stay away from the situation, as you say, – which you can’t do when it’s your sisters wedding! As much as you didnt want congratulations for something you think is a small victory, it’s a big victory and one you wouldn’t have managed once upon a time. You’re not a world champion…. but you are your own champion with great strength. So again, I say bravo to you sir and I hope you, at the very least, gave yourself a pat on the back 🙂

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