I met a friend of mine 16 years ago who was only 19 at the time. She was a slim blonde girl with long hair and a beautiful face. Her parents sent her to AA meetings after she crashed her car in a fountain. She didn't think she was an alcoholic and said that many other girls were much more drunk than her at parties. But she was used to going out around 200 nights a year and drinking before leaving her loft because it was cheaper. She's still an alcoholic, but a psychologist told her to find out why she loves destruction so much. So, she now only drinks twice a week, but each time it lasts three days...
I met her when I was around 29. It was a tough time for me. I had been ordered to attend meetings by a judge after I had been caught drunk on the highway in France. The French police wanted to put me in jail, but the laws were more lenient in Belgium. A judge negotiated that I would just follow meetings here.
I found the meetings pretty dull and just wanted to get my attendance tokens for two weeks when she arrived. She was sitting at the back of the room. It was clear she'd been out the night before and had a hangover. She didn't want to talk.
The boss asked her to talk and introduce herself a few times, but she said no. The stories people told were as pathetic as boring. "I was a victim of abuse," "I wanted to fight my shyness," "nobody loves me"... They were just useless and stupid people.
Back then, we didn't have to take blood tests to control Gamma GT. It was easy to fake it if you just made sure not to drink before meetings and didn't party too hard the night before.
My future friend didn't learn some wise lessons, though. The week after, I couldn't stand to stay with others, so I went out to smoke when I saw her arriving in her car and leaving it. It was nearly night-time, but she was wearing sunglasses. She walked with several stumbles, sometimes taking a few steps back to keep her balance, and then restarted her progress towards me while staggering.
As I was in the doorway, she gave me a shove to get me out of her way. She wasn't bothered about me, she just didn't want to go inside. Her drunk moves made her a few more energetic than she needed to be. As soon as she was inside, she put one hand on the wall because of the bright lights and the heat, which were spinning her head a bit.
I thought to myself that if I hadn't been forced to waste my time here, I could be as drunk as her and entering a bar. I just asked her if she wanted to join me for a drink. She turned her face away from me and said, "I'm dying to stuff my mouth." We left the place and went to the first bar on the corner of the street. We had a few drinks and started chatting.
Her white coat opened and one of her breasts was exposed, her sunglasses were crooked, and I could see her rolling red eyes. I wanted to be as drunk as her, so I didn't stop to order drinks. My bartender asked her if she was okay. She answered him with a challenge, saying he had no idea how much she could drink.
Later on, the meeting wrapped up and a few members of AA came into the bar for a few drinks. They seemed a bit nervous and sat at the back of the bistro, away from the windows. It was a bit of a funny sight. We decided to head to the funniest place, but she had a tough time getting there. She had a lot of trouble walking and ended up sitting down a few times. Once we got out, we walked to my car, but she didn't want to leave her car alone. She told me she wasn't drunk at all and that she often drives when she's much drunker than that. I let her climb in her car. She was supposed to follow me, but while swerving from board to board of the road, she took another way and I was forced to follow her.
She parked her car nearly across the road and left it, full of potency. She was like in a hurry, and I never thought she could walk so fast and so straight just a few minutes ago. I stopped my car and tried to catch up with her. I almost lost her when she was stopped by people who kissed her on the cheek, and I saw her enter a bar.
She was clearly a regular at the bar. When I arrived, she was already drinking a beer with her friends. She picked up two beers on a plate and gave me one. It was my turn to drink with her. We had a few drinks with lots of people, just like we did when I was her age.
By the end of the night, she was unable to speak. I was filling glasses with Bacardy and energy drinks, and we chugged them. Even when she was sitting on a bench, her head and torso were spinning as she hit the table with her empty glass and asked me to fill it again.
I was pretty drunk too, and we kept drinking until suddenly the glass slipped out of her hand after she'd chugged. She started to sway on the bench, against the wall, and slowly her hand tried to grab the glass and put it on the table. She'd taken off her sunglasses and was looking at me. She was holding the glass tightly and trying to get me to fill it again. She put her head on her arm, made the glass slip to her mouth and drank it, spilling a lot on her and on the table before putting the glass back in my direction. She was trying really hard not to pass out, and we had about three or four more drinks like that until her head got too heavy and it hit the table she was still trying to hold up. Even with the loud music playing, I could hear her slurping the rum she'd poured on the table.
I finished the bottle on my own and then drank with others until I got much more drunker. When it was time to leave, I helped her to get up on her feet. She was still conscious but very drunk. I supported her as we walked outside. Her legs were too weak to carry her, her shirt was now totally open, she was wearing no bra, and it took me so long to cross the street that I had time to understand what she was saying. She wanted to go in the opposite direction because there was a great bar with plenty of fun drinks.
I told her I'd take her to a place I knew. I carried her to my car, which was difficult, but when I put her in the passenger seat she got angry and wanted to drive her own car. She said she was perfectly capable of driving wherever I wanted. I was out of breath and just about managing to stay on my feet, so I refused. She clung to my shirt so hard that she ripped it. She cried like a baby, saying she just wanted to have some drinks. She wasn't actually drunk. She promised she'd drive me home after if I didn't feel well.
I got two bottles out of the boot and made a deal with her. We'll each have one bottle, and the first to finish theirs will decide what we do next, but without splitting. She was so confident, she grabbed the open bottle and started drinking it right away. She was so quick that when I opened my own bottle to start drinking, she had already finished a quarter of hers. This woman was determined to win at all costs. She was drinking whisky and I was drinking the same bottle. I was staggering in the middle of the road until I took a few steps back and finished the bottle, nearly falling onto the hood of a car on the other side.
When I stopped for a drink, my blurred vision tried to focus on her. She was out, but I was drunk, drunk enough to not surrender. I finished the bottle, picked her legs up into my car, got her bottle, slammed the door and joined her as best I could. Once I was sitting down, I turned my head to her, put her bottle to my lips and told her: "It's like this that we drink, sweetheart." On the road, the alcohol was really affecting my brain, making me fight hard not to pass out at my turn, but I just couldn't resist continuing to drink.
We were two girls, drunk, but only one of us was passed out. I wasn't going to let her win that particular battle, so I kept drinking while driving without paying attention to the road. I was only focused on the bottle, and I missed a turn. My car ended up in a field and got stuck in the mud. I lost my bottle somewhere along the way and couldn't find it again. My friend was crouched near me in front of her seat, throwing up pure alcohol. I licked her breast and kissed to swallow her vomit until I passed out too.
that's after this night I knew we will be friend.
