Red Red Wine

Word to the wise, don't get drunk if your significant other is going to be there and sober.

Few days ago I go to see my dear cousin who was staying at her parents for the weekend (normally she lives with me). The original plan was I was going to get her, get a couple of friends and go back to our house to watch our usual Sunday marathon (we pick a TV series, or a move trilogy or something and watch the whole thign through). My cousin however had other ideas.

She invites me in and asks me if I feel like watch Miss Congeniality 2. I'd seen the first one, it wasn't too bad so I thought, what the hell, we should be able to watch that and still fit in our marathon. Or so I thought .  .  . (insert dramatic duh duh duhhhhhh music here)

My dear cousin decides to pop open a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from her parents wine cellar (with every intention of replacing it before they notice, and we will) and offers me some as well. Now I must say, I'm a sucker for red. I could drink it every day, b - e - a - utiful.

So we polish off the first bottle when I get a message from my friend Flynn inquiring as to my current geographical location and why it wasn't at his to pick him up. Oops. But we sort it, he managed to find himself a lift and a six pack of vodka to match and turns up, turning into quite the soiree.

After another few bottles and a couple of cans of rum, my dear one and only, the beautiful Sam finishes work and comes round. Now unfortunately she had tonsilitis and is on anti-biotics which really screw you up if you drink so she opts to stay sober. However by the time she arrives I've already drunk about 2 bottles of red and 2 cans of rum on an empty stomach (except for some cheese and crackers) so as you can imagine I was somewhat well . . . absolutely maggotted.

And then some time later I decide to visit the toilet facilities and then the next thing I can remember I'm in the spare bedroom with Sam talking (yes talking, get your mind out of the gutter . . . that didn't come till later). Apparently I passed out on the bathroom floor, got woken up by Sam and my cousin and then walked (by myself, I'll proudly admit) upstairs to the bedroom.

Now here is the part why you don't get drunk when your girlfriend/boyfriend is sober. God did I ramble on with some crap. Apparently, (this isn't how I intended to say it in my head) apparently I actually asked Sam to marry me (she is 17 and still in school by the way) although what I believe I actually meant is that I felt so comfortable and happy with her, I would have no problems marrying her (in the future you know, like a year or two away, not right now) but evidently it didn't turn out that way. Luckily it didn't freak her out, she was actually glad to hear how I felt about things. (I she got told how I felt about things . . . a lot of things . . . in great detail)

But the best thing about the whole night (And every drinking night for me) is I don't get hangovers. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! It's fantastic. Although I did make a fool out of myself in front of my Aunt and Uncle when they got home at some point in the evening to find us all drunk. (luckily they didn't care)

But yes the moral, if you are getting drunk, make sure your significant other is as well. Otherwise you could end up proposing by accident. But on the other hand, I wouldn't take it back anyway. It was a good night, and a great conversation we did have despite making an idiot out of myself.

Curse you tempting tempting wine!

Deyve Deyve
18-21, M
1 Response Jul 11, 2006

On the bright side, it would be silly to be uncomfortable about sharing your feelings ever again, most likely she's already heard it! ;-P