The sweet and toxic effects of wine

I haven't really touched alcohol in a while. An occasional beer here and there, but it had been a while since I really drank. So yesterday I studied as best as I could until 4:30pm, when the Liver Rounds began.

Each year, the student council hosts the Liver Rounds. It is a chance for the student body to get together with faculty and drink. Each year, the anatomy professors are the first to come and the last to leave.

This year, I was once again one of the last to leave. I had pretty much isolated myself from my class. I don't attend lectures anymore. I don't go out. So last night I made an effort to reaquaint myself with people. It was fun... because I was wasted.

After the event, I walked home in a drunken daze. RedSox called to ask if I would come to dinner with him and his friends. I told him I was pretty retarded, but I could hear the friends in the background screaming "COME COME!!" Ah if only I could cum... but I digress.

So I went, but I had to make an extra effort to control myself. No one could tell how drunk I was... until it came time to order the wine.

I love wine. I know wine. When I gave the waiter a hard time about the wine list, everyone knew something was up. I of course had no idea I gave him a hard time.

Dinner went well, dessert was fine. RedSox drove me home and I passed out immediately.

This morning I had a huge headache, but I went to the gym anyways. I watched some TV to relax, and I wondered about last night... because I really couldn't remember much. RedSox called at that moment to ask how I was feeling.

I asked him how the night went. He told me the waiter hated me at the beginning because of the wine drama, but then loved me when I ordered everything on the menu he recommended. His friends were a bit put off by the wine thing, but they still liked me.

I went silent. I hate hearing bad things I've done, even if they are just trivial. I didn't want to go out because I was drunk, and now I can only focus on the negativity of the evening. It was brief, but it happened. It exists, and I'm pissed.

Ugh... I need a drink.