Intoxication Liberation

Written by Trixy 145 from the blog Blooming Bloem on 11 May 2009
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I'm sure many of us can think of a few sordid stories we can share about drunken escapades we've callously enjoyed with bosom buddies. That old dutch courage has lead us down the road of freedom. However everything has it's price.

Jogging the memory down the aisle of ghosts of open bars past; I've come to associate open bars with a rather tedious act of overindulging an altered state of mind, I'm overwhelmed by a nostalgic feeling.The camaraderie of of telling lame jokes, dancing to music you have never heard before, and putting the barman at the trauma of having to decipher every slurred syllable, is absolute ecstasy.

My memory game takes me back a few years ago, my very first time I attended the Durban July. My then 'close friend' worked with Brand house, so he managed to secure us double tickets. You can imagine my excitement. The set up was moroccan, very chic yet fabulously elegant. They served sashimi entrees, they had belly dancers and masseuses, Tamara Dey, I could go on forever. Not forgetting that dreaded open bar, courting my thirst with promises of discharge. I would have been fine had it not been for that perfectly manicured lawn swallowing up the heel of my stiletto. I figured I could still handle this if I just sat my ass down, enjoy good conversation and have 'close friend' keeping my drinks on standby. Consistancy not being a strong point, after tequilla had become a verb, the music was calling me. Feeling light hearted and a little tigerish I considered braving it on the dance floor. Even though I was still incharge of my faculties, I was not doing a good job at balacing on one heel. I looked like a hobbit on the set of Lord of the Rings. Well there slames the door of oppotunity for future invites.

The cruel and unabashed truth is that we all revel at our indecent behaviours. I don't think I've ejoyed myself like that in years. So go on, take pleasure, have one on Trixy but just remember a drunken freedom comes at a sober cost.

14 Comments

HARAMBE24
11 May 2009 22:15

segowa mosadi...gape na..

Cande
12 May 2009 07:46

Hey Trixy another one of your fabolous great articles, I'll come back with a reply after i read the article again coz me like Harambe dont understand hardcore English. let me read again

sexyd
12 May 2009 08:02

Tjoooooooooooo, Trixy u are Children of the School!!!
Very Readed................Dont Undastand a Thing!!!!!
Ee ke a Dumela Bojalwa bo monate mogo MAsweee!!

nice
12 May 2009 08:29

I beg to differ and term your article Intoxication Sleep Deprivation

Here is my story:
Last week I was at GLC and we had a presentation to do for Friday morning about strategy. I was so annoyed with my colleagues and decided to have a glass of wine so I can tell them where to get off if needed. That did not get me high enough and then I decided Mocha and mix with the Amarula tot (2 of the best), I enjoyed my drinks and I thought wow maybe I can start drinking. I went to bed around 1am, I closed my eyes but I could not sleep my mind was overworking and my heart beating too fast and I thought to myself NEVER AGAIN.

What liberation are you then talking about Trix, will come back to read kater I am sure bloggers will have plenty of liberation stories, for me it was not the good experience at all.

Lbg
12 May 2009 08:32

have to read again but yeah drunken freedom comes at a sober cost couldn't agree more.
Am still feeling the effects of the weekend

Cande
12 May 2009 09:23

Was it the first time Nice?

TheLady
12 May 2009 09:48

I've noticed that there are jokes and stories that me and my girls tell ALL the time we are drunk-they are just hilarious if you are under the influence.Nc nc

I have never been to year end function of a company I work/ed for. Last year we (me and 3 of my girls)went to a year end function of the company my friend USED to work for, coz we are friends with the HR manager. I was sooo embarrassed for some lady, she was carrying her shoes and bopping her head like crazy, alahla umlenze. I just realised that company functions with booze readily available can squash your chances of promotions.

I had a lovely time though-I was sooo out of it too I slept at the back seat of my car, woke up when someone said 'Get up, we are home'...ahh my head was throbbing the next morning.

Sana Lwam
12 May 2009 10:10

Nice you were at GLC the one in Morningside?

cleve
12 May 2009 10:14

My first time was horrible because I don't remember the events of that night. Luckily I was in the safe hands of my hubby, then boyfriend, but I had fun either way!

Trixy, the Durban July is not a place where you can drink like that.

cleve
12 May 2009 10:21

@ The Lady, I really don't understand people who get drunk at work functions. I mean there is a time and a place to get drunk and at work functions. Imagine how they look at you when it's time to work. They won't take you seriously.

cleve
12 May 2009 10:25

there's a time and a place to get drunk and at work functions.......... it's a BIG NO, NO!!!!

nice
12 May 2009 12:00

Was it the first time Nice?

Not really Cande, I sometimes drink one cider during work functions and only during the day and I never felt like that.

Nice you were at GLC the one in Morningside?

Yebo SL

Toxic
14 May 2009 09:10

Not forgetting that dreaded open bar, courting my thirst with promiese of discharge.

please explain this to me in the simplest form. Dankie

Even though I was still incharge of my faculties, I was not doing a good job at balacing on one heel.

Trix, why were you dancin on one leg?

Nice what's a GLC?

Trixy 145
20 May 2009 15:04

@ toxic

1. The bar was inticing me, with promises of freedom.

2. As far as I was concerned I was fine.

3. The heel of my shoe broke off when it got stuck in the lawn. With my lack of graces I yanked it out, only to leave the rest pooking out of the grass.

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