After last Christmas, I had a borderline panic attack from spending so much time away from home and around so many unknown people (I was visiting my mom and sister, and my mom’s boyfriend was there along with her friend and her friend’s daughter). I am easily overwhelmed by being around too many strange people, even if they’re nice people gathering for a nice holiday. So I half-freaked-out and ended up leaving early, then got sadder and more upset at myself during the drive because my sister is teaching all the way down in TX and I won’t get to see her again until summer, or maybe even next Christmas. Drank half a bottle of rotgut rum when I got home.
Now. And tomorrow.
Oct. 27, 2010. If ‘I really thought about it’ counts. The day my loving husband aired his version of our dirty laundry in a SDMB thread. And used it to prove I was in the wrong.
I make it a point not to drink when things happen that really stink, because I’m afraid it will help. But it was about as hard as it’s ever been not to. I don’t remember the aftermath, but I’m pretty sure it involved food that I really didn’t need to eat. On second thought, I might have been better off with a drink.
I would never willingly buy a bottle of Jack. But I have one now, so what can I do?
My financial issue was resolved, but I still have to wait five days before I can see my grades.
Now I’m off to have my “problem didn’t turn out to be so bad” drink.
My last “things really suck” drink was six years ago.
I was fresh out of a two-month heroin detox program, was broke, had no job and no car.
I did have a loyal girlfriend, and we celebrated my “graduation” from the program by drinking about twelve beers apiece.
I still drink, but that was the last time I deliberately got pissed to feel better about my life.
Cheers, Knorf. Me too. Yesterday at a meeting I got to sit through 4 hours of “your work is shit and here’s why.” Hubby and I drank 2 bottles of red wine together last night after, and I felt some better.
Still not happy with work though.
I fear a true answer would make ya’ll stage an intervention. Let’s just say, recently.
i’d suppose it was this morning technically, but ive slept since then.
Misread thread title. My mind somehow parsed it as “When was your last drink that really sucked?”
Was going to nominate a really bad vinegary red wine I toted home last night. I’m hauling it back to the liquor store and asking them if this is how it’s “supposed” to taste or if this particular bottle is replacement-worthy.
Anyway, carry on.
Last Wednesday. I’m not really much of a drinker but I got some Captain Morgan as a Christmas gift. My SO lost his steady job on Monday. We had to pay our last little bit of savings to repair our van and I was so sad and worried I thought maybe I’d numb it a while. I ended up having a great time, got all loosy goosy with my sweetheart and stayed up too late dancing and being silly.
I can understand why some people would get addicted to that feeling, but I only have the desire about once every year or two.
I drink cheap ass beer. Cheap ass beer sucks. So, technically, every drink I have sucks. And I think, “My life sucks because of this cheap ass beer I am drinking”. So, I drink another cheap ass beer and the cheap ass beer circle of life continues.
Therefore every drink I have is a “things really suck” drink.
BTW, Ground Hog Days Brewing Company makes cheap ass beer.