I have met some amazing people through my drinking days. Some of them were there in the beginning, some came in the middle and some are still around. I have laughed, fought and got black out wasted with them. I have come to the conclusion that there are three different types of drinking buddies, at least in my case.
The first are the people you started drinking with. The kids you started drinking boones farm with in high school. The kids who can’t handle their booze, not because we were destined to be alcoholics, but because we were kids. It was always a good time. Sometimes drama, sometimes fights, but mostly a good time. Always up for drunken adventures and shenanigans. For some of us, that’s as far as the crazy binge drinking would go. For people like me, its was the tip of the iceberg. These drinking buddies have found other lives. Settled down, learned how to drink responsibly. They will always have a place in my heart and memories of them will always bring back the good times.
The second type of drinking buddies are all of my bar people. The people that I bellied up to the numerous different bars with on a regular basis. People I laughed with. Danced with. Did numerous shots with. They were a blast. Everyone took turns at making asses of themselves, including me. There was karaoke. Darts. Shit talking. Lots of laughs. Those are the people I will never see again, at least not in a social setting. And that’s ok, keep the party going, this girl has to call it a day.
And that brings us to the last group of drinking buddies. These are the people that are sticking around. Maybe they decided to get sober too. Maybe not. Maybe they also have drinking problem. Maybe not. They are the people that support me, with a beer in their hand. They are the people who loved me when I was less than lovable. They are the people that witnessed Hurricane Drunk Jen and decided to stick around.
So in closing, I have a soft spot for all of my drinking buddies. The ones I still talk to and the ones I don’t. We had some good times and if this is where we part ways, I’m cool with that. Pour some liquor out for me once in awhile. As Tupac would say, I ain’t mad at cha, got nothin but love for ya, do your thing. And for everyone that’s sticking with me, hold on for this ride. Just because I’m not a drinker anymore, I have no intentions of getting boring.