For a while, I considered trying to keep the drama out of my blog. Obviously that didn't happen. Here's the deal- if you piss me off, own it. And if you say something offensive, expect that I'm going to talk about it, or don't say it at all. I've taken too many journalism classes to offer immunity for stupidity.
My mom was upset when she found out that my brother was going to parties where parents were allowing alcohol. I don't really care either way, other than I think parents who buy alcohol for minors are kind of lame. It's one thing to give it to your kid, because that's your culture and I think the drinking age is ridiculous anyway. But to buy it for your kid's friends, behind their parent's back, is irresponsible and disrespectful.
Right. Back on track.
So apparently this woman found out that my mom was upset, and her response was "Well, Paige can certainly drink" somehow insinuating that my mother had no room to judge, and that made allowing minors to drink alcohol on her property not the issue.
We're going to skip over the part where argument ad hominem is the arguing style normally reserved for 5-year-olds and politicians, and get right to the part where I can certainly drink.
Franklin, let me defend myself:
When I went to Europe, I had less than 5 drinks the whole 6 weeks of being a legal drinking age. I was the minority in this respect. I pass no judgement on my classmates that did drink- it was Italy, and then it was France, and I probably would have too if I liked the taste of alcohol. But I didn't. I would rather sight see.
When I'm at school, people have to drag me out to parties because I'm too much of an introvert. I got in trouble after maybe my 3rd or 4th house party ever, and was pretty over that scene. I would rather not, thanks. I spent the whole semester not drinking, even though I was the only member of my group that was under 21. That made me for an exceptionally beneficial roommate, since I could drive us to taco bell.
For my 21st birthday, I made everyone promise I wouldn't have to take shots. I had a hissy fit, like a little bratty princess, because I had to do two. I went home early, still sober, more excited about going out with my mother and aunt and cousin when I got home. My mother has never been drunk in her life. She's never even had a hangover. So clearly, we were up for a real uproarious time.
Do I like to go to the bar? Yes. That's where my friends are, and that's where we make memories. Do I love Amaretto sours? Sure, but I've never had more than two in one night. Am I constantly sick, so I never really enjoy alcohol anyway? Mostly, which is why we had to cancel the bar crawl with my family.
So, I'm sorry to break it to you, but no, I am not a bad ass alcoholic. I reserve that title for my roommates, who proudly earned it. I'm not even a little bit of a rebel. I like wine. Girly, sweet, grape juice flavored wine. I'm very sorry to shatter the illusion, but I'm actually a square in librarian glasses that loves reading just as much as I look like I would.
I believe I'm more of a Tine Fey than a Lindsay Lohan.
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