I’m a pledge to the actors’ honor fraternity, and this is my initiation week, which entails ALWAYS having good candy for the members I see, and getting 10 member signatures and the signature of the head of the theatre department before Friday night at 11.
Cool enough, I says. Even if they make me do humiliating stuff to get the signatures and humiliate me even further on Friday night, that’s fine. It’s just a week, then I’ll be a member.
Then Saturday I’ll be performing 14 lines of Shakespeare at the Open Mic Night (called Guerrilla Theatre) that we host. I’m cool with that, too–hell, it’s fun.
The party after Guerrilla Theatre is what bothers me. We’re all invited to attend; I don’t think it’s absolutely mandatory, but it’s understood that everyone will be there, and drinking games will be played until everyone’s good and drunk.
Here’s the thing: I DON’T get drunk. I might drink, but never even enough to get me tipsy. I don’t like losing control over my body, especially with people I’ve only known for three months and haven’t given me great reasons to trust them. Maybe my prior experiences have left me a more cynical person but I just don’t want to go to this party and get drunk. I’d rather hang out with my boy (since I didn’t get to see him for a week and there’s a chance that I won’t get to see him for awhile after this semester of college).
I think I’m going to make a short appearance at the party, say my hellos, talk a little, and then come back here to chill with him.
I refuse to get drunk. I don’t mind getting humiliated, but I will not put myself in a situation that I’ve never been in and that could possibly lead to Bad Things™ happening.
I mean, am I a spoilsport for this? Anything that I can do to lessen the chances of rape/assault I do, getting drunk off my ass is one of them.