I went to spend the nite w/ my bf. He said a few of his friends were coming over and they were going to have a few drinks. Uh huh ... A few drinks ended up w/; blood all over the kitchen floor as one girl fell flat on her face and almost broke her nose, my bfs friend upstairs in his room w/ me as his personal bodyguard b/c everyone thought (this hasn't been proven as they were both too drunk to know WHAT was going on) that he grabbed her chest and wanted to kick the sh*t out of him, beer and booze (hard liquor) and vomit and blood around different areas of the house ... And me and one other friend sober. Two sober people (as in zero alcohol in our systems) working w/ 15+ drunken idiots.

Why didn't i drink? I was scared. I'm on anti depressants right now and we all know that drinking and 'happy pills' really don't mix. I've never done it and i wasn't about to start. None of us are legally old enough to drink (legal age here is 19). They didn't even buy the stuff themselves ... My bf's brother got it for them. His parents weren't home. His brother (who is 22 or something) was upstairs sleeping. We had two fully (well, G2 at least) licensed drivers and only one of them was sober. There has got to be something wrong w/ this picture.

I knew they were planning to drink. I knew my bf would end up plastered. I knew there was a good chance i would be one of a few, if not the only one, sober there. I knew all of this and it didn't stop me. I scared the crap out of myself. I've never wanted to talk to my mom in all of my life. I almost called her ... long distance, from my bf's house. I was on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

That was the first and last time i will ever go somewhere where i know there will be booze and no parents. It's insane and totally not safe. It's all i can think about ... and how something that's so readily available can be so abused. I see it on both sides of my family but this was the first time i've seen my peers do it. And i was utterly disgusted.

This was one of those times i had to learn for myself. My mom and dad have told me 100x over not do it. And i did. Mom knows and Dad doesn't. Mom freaked out on me for going in the first place but said she was proud of me for not drinking. Actually, i'm pretty proud of me too.

We'll use this thread for sharing of stories like this ... Did your parents ever tell you something NOT to do and you did it anyway, fully aware of the concequences? Did it change how you viewed certain things (in my case, booze!)? Has it changed your life at all? Was this certain incident hard to forget?

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When mom found my diaphram, I told her it was a bathing cap for my cat.
~ Liz Winston

i think whatever my mum told me about boys that i never seemed to heed was right. she was right. and i would flub up big time. i should listen to my mum more often