In my home town, I was kind of a late bloomer. Everyone was drinking alcohol by the time they were 16, but I really didn’t start until I was 19. And my first hangover was awful.
I had just moved in with my cousin. We had gotten this two bedroom apartment, and he shared the master room with his boyfriend. I took the spare room, and I even had my own bathroom. It was a really nice place, and I was so excited to be living on my own. I felt so grown up!
When we finally got the apartment all set up, we had a house warming party. It was mostly a bunch of my cousin’s friends, but I invited a few people, and we ended up having a really good time.
It was also the first time I’d ever had jello shots.
My cousin made me a special one. It wasn’t a shot, though. It was a plastic red cup full of jello. I ate it with a spoon and everything. The bad thing about that is that the alcohol doesn’t hit your system until it all melts. So I didn’t know how drunk I was going to be until it was too late.
That night went by in such a blur, and I passed out on my bed. I woke up the next morning feeling like a train wreck. My head was pounding, I felt exhausted, and I was puking every few minutes. Thank goodness my cousin was there. He helped me get some food in my system, and he helped me rehydrate. I was down for the count for the rest of the day, but at least I was able to get back to normal in time to go to school on Monday.
And I learned my lesson. I never drink a lot anymore. My max is two drinks, and that happens very rarely. I can’t remember the last time I had alcohol… And I don’t mind one bit.