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After recovering from a stomach virus I caught the day after Christmas, I decided I would stay sober on New Year’s eve. (I know! Shocking!). I felt doing 10 shots of tequila just days after vomiting multiple times probably wasn’t a good idea. I also felt that this would be a great way and good reason to start healthy habits.
I will admit, I don’t consider myself a party boy, but I do like to have a good time. What can I say? I’m 22, a recent graduate, and I want to have as much as I can. Usually when I go to parties, I provide some of the alcohol and I drink to an appropriate level. I’ve never been drunk to the point I’ve thrown up.
On New Year’s Eve, I prepared to go out and have a great time–without alcohol. My friends picked me up and we went to a house party to pregame. Of course, the first thing I saw when we walked in was jungle juice and chicken wings. I had a flashback of how good chicken wings taste when I’m tipsy. I ate a few wings and when my best friend offered me a shot of vodka, my other friends quickly reminded me I was the designated driver. A part of me was crushed, but I reminded myself “new year, new habits!”
While I drove my friends to the next party, I thought to myself, “Will it be awkward if I’m the only one not drinking tonight?”. I donated a bottle of Kettle One vodka to get a discount on the cover charge, and while I felt a little guilty giving away a whole bottle of booze, it felt good knowing someone else would enjoy themselves.
The countdown approached.
How was I going to toast the new year? What was I going to do?! I was single and sober!
So I did what my inner fat kid told me to do.
I grabbed a cupcake.
“4…3…2…1….HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!”
Toasts were made.
And I had my red velvet cupcake.
When my friends and I toasted each other, their glasses of mixed cocktails touched my well-frosted dessert.
I have no regrets.
I was proud of the fact that I proved to myself I can have a good time without the influence of alcohol.
As the party continued late into the night, I noticed what alcohol does to people. One particular party-goer vomited and damaged part of the art gallery where the party was held. That, along with the raunchy drunk dancing and the promiscuous, flirtatious conversations and body language, showed me a lot of what I wouldn’t have noticed if I was drinking.
Being sober on New Year’s eve was surprisingly entertaining and fun. A night that would usually bring me a hangover and headache, brought me so much to talk about on New Year’s Day. I remembered everything; the pictures (of course, because I looked good in all of them), the laughs, the jokes, the dancing, the time we questioned each other’s sanity, the things that make memories and friendships last.