Hangovers suck!

Last night I went out with all my roommates to Mickey's hangover. I used to think they called it that because of the huge awning they have outside, its basically hanging over you while you socialise and drink. I have now come to the conclusion its because they make their drinks so fucking strong that you wake up the next day like me...completely hungover!! Now most of you know im not really a drinker, when i go out i usually drink redbull or i will have one or two drinks. Its very rare for me to become trashed (except for hannah's wedding and occasional rugby socials...oh and that time i was a rookie and was pretty much drunk all the time thanks to K)

Did any of you know i didnt start drinking till i moved out here? Ive never been interested in drinking which may be due to the fact I watched my mom drink her Bacardi and coke and then she would beat the shit out of me with whatever was closely available. It was mostly her fist, which I was completely fine with. (You get hit by a long piece of ribar and tell me which one you prefer) She also had a nack for drinking and driving. Whenever we went somewhere she would mix a drink, put it in her coffee cup with the lid and take it with. Those were the times my panic attacks would kick in and my heart would race. I would sit in the front seat not saying much hoping not to piss her off and praying the cops wouldnt pull us over or worse get into an accident.

I remember a time when our whole family went to a resort we had a time share at. This place was about an hour from our house. It was my senior year and at this point I was hanging on to a tiny thread till I could graduate and get out of that house. She of course was drinking and had been all day. My step father and her started arguing and she decided it was time to go. She grabbed my two brothers (who were 3 and 5) and my sister (who was 7) and put them into the car. I begged and begged for her to let the kids go with my step dad, but she shoved me around and said fuck you and got into the car. I hurried up and jumped into the front seat scared to death, but I wasnt gonna leave my siblings alone. First she drove around in a few circles not knowing where she was going and then finally made it on the interstate. We were going 80mph while she was driving in and out of traffic. EIGHT times we almost hit someone. EIGHT. I remember counting each one as if it was a game, but at this point it was the only thing that was keeping me a bit calm. Playing games in your head...it works folks!!

The last car we almost hit followed us and drove up to the side of the car that i was one. I mouthed the words help and then put my hand up to my ear like it was a phone. I guess I was just hoping they would call the police, because at this point I knew we were going to die and all I kept thinking about was how my brothers car seat was right in the middle of the seat. I saw in my head horrible visions of them flying through the windshield...i couldnt get them out. I finally spoke up and said over and over to let me drive. When i told her she wasnt ok to drive she grabbed this iron ball that was sitting between the dashboard and windshield...I think it was a piece from the hitch of my step dad's truck.

Anyway, she hit me in the face with it just as i was turning around to check on the kids again. It got me on my right eye and the side of my nose. I was bleeding everywhere, it was coming out of my nose and the side of my eye. She didnt say anything after that and we pulled up to my house shortly after. I couldnt believe we actually made it, I felt so relieved, that my face wasnt as much as an issue for me. I had a nice shiner for a while and to this day if you look at the side of my nose I have a permanent broken blood vessel.

Hm.... well I wasnt expecting to write all that, but I guess this is what happens when you just write whats coming out of your head. I think Ive had enough down memory lane. Ill post another blog later tonight.