“I’m going to keep drinking,” I whisper to myself as I inhale another sip of Cosmo.
It’s my third one tonight and my stomach is empty.
But I’m fine. It’s fine.
I feel a headache coming on already from the sugar in this drink.
But I haven’t drunk enough to talk freely yet.
Is that why my father drank so much?
Wait, don’t go there.
A few drinks in and I’m talking, and I can’t stop talking, and I keep talking until people start leaving the room.
How do you find the balance? How do you keep a nice buzz without being annoying or throwing up, or just going to sleep?
More importantly, how can I be drunk without offending the people I love?
Is this something people figure out later in life? Does the shame of it all ever go away?

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