Being a sober person at happy hour is like looking into another dimension. You see all the details drunk people do but have little awareness of. The flirtatious looks, secret hand grabs, or even obvious annoyance, alcohol makes it difficult for people to hide their emotions.
Ever since the beginning of my stomach issues I’ve gotten quite good at masking my soberness. I always order a seltzer with a splash of bitters, add a slice of lemon and pretend it’s tequila soda. This works almost every time, plus the bitters soothe my stomach. If I have to take a shot I’d either toss it in the trash discreetly or pretend to sip and then tell the bartender to take it away. I’ve also gotten very good at faking the “WOOOO it burns!!” Without pissing off my stomach lining, this became the only solution to me not being a complete party pooper. Sigh~ Adult social responsibilities are such tricky things to fulfill.
My observations throughout these nights make me wonder what are the things I give away when I’m tipsy. It really is quite frightening but fascinating. Sometimes we become a complete different person when we drink. We hug the people we’re not usually a fan of, tell secrets that we later on regret. At some point of night it becomes a huge party of my alter ego socializing with your alter ego. Relationships are deepened, businesses are closed, and confessions are made. But is this the most authentic version of our sober selves or just an exaggerated state of our self awareness? I really don’t know.
Next time when I’m laying in my tub filled with bubbles, sipping my favorite $5 bottle of Malbec from Trader Joes, maybe I’ll ask Moniqwa how alike she thinks we are.