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Was It the Jell-o Shot?

I spent the wee hours of Saturday night into Sunday wondering why I let myself be talked into a Jell-o shot.

We had gone to a party at our beach club — the Bash After the Splash. It was a BYOB event. Everyone contributed either an appetizer or a dessert, and brought their own drinks. My drink of  choice was a bottle of water. My husband brought beer for himself. We got there and someone offered me a mudslide. Hmmm. Okay, I thought. One mudslide would be fine. Then we walked outside. There were two fire pits and more people we knew. One of the women had a huge tray of Jell-o shots. She came over and gave me one. I should have turned it down, but I succumbed to peer pressure and downed it. Wow. WOW. It was 90 percent vodka and 10 percent Jell-o. With a dollop of whipped cream on top. It burned all the way down, and I hastily moved out of the circle so I wouldn’t have to decline a second one.

We went home around midnight, and I fell asleep on the couch. My husband couldn’t wake me up, so he left me there. I woke up at 3:15 with that nasty sick feeling. The one that you get right before you’re going to be face down over the toilet. I tried to avoid it. I chewed two antacids. I drank a glass of water. I tried to fall back to sleep. But eventually, I just gave in and threw up. One round, and I felt well enough to try sleeping again. I drifted off despite my queasy stomach, and that morning my husband let me stay in bed until 11-ish. I dragged all day anyway.

The moral of the story is that I just shouldn’t drink. I have some weird thing with my body. Alcohol just doesn’t mix well  with the stuff inside me. I either get very drunk very fast (and people say I am very, very, VERY funny), or I get sick like I did on Saturday. There is no happy medium. Which is why I have always been content to be the designated driver. If there’s a choice between making a fool of myself, throwing up my insides, or carting drunk folks around (my husband included), the choice is usually really easy. And yet I still feel weird for not drinking when I’m outside my tight knit friend group. Especially when I go to parties like the one on Saturday where the people are friend-ish — not close friends. Drinking, especially in my community, is very accepted. It’s part of the social fabric, and I feel like a freak when I stand there drinking water or seltzer with lemon.

Still, after this past weekend I think it’s time that I get up some courage and embrace the fact that I don’t drink. And not just embrace it, but be okay with it. It’s who I am, and there’s nothing wrong with it. And if I think about it, once everyone is really drunk they won’t remember if I had a mudslide or a glass of chocolate milk. Right?

2 Responses to “Was It the Jell-o Shot?”

  1. Laura says:

    Yes! Anything to avoid throwing up.

  2. Wow, there HAS to be a public sponsored group for non-drinkers like you. If not, you should totally start one – perhaps at your beach house! Your motto could be, “God, grant me the serenity to always remember the things I can’t change, to remember the things I can change, and the wisdom without jello shooters to know the difference.” You could get sponsored by Evian water and be famous! Write a book!

    Seriously, good for you! I’m a one glass of wine girl. 2 makes me happy happy happy. (love it.) 3? I’m puking.

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