Bachelor Party

On Saturday, my youngest brother will be exchanging vows with his lovely fiancee at the Butterfly Pavilion.  Last night my brothers, along with a few friends had his bachelor party where we drank and discussed the married life.  My brother Jermaine was the first to marry out of the three of us.  I married second, and now the youngest Cameron will be the last to tie the knot and turn in his player’s card.  Not a bad thing at all.  I am excited for him and his new family.  I have confidence that they will last forever.  His new wife is ambitious and stands behind him and beside him 100 percent.  What more can you ask for?

However, the subject behind this writing is the party last night.  I went to the get together somber and tired.  I had not eaten the whole day besides the left over chicken 10:30 that morning.  My wife and I were beefing over something I can’t remember and money is super low. 

I started by drinking a couple of MGD’s and swallowed down a glass of Parrot Bay and pineapple juice.  By that time I was feeling the effects of the alcohol and knew I had over drank.  Less the food in my stomach made the high more unbearable.  Usually I can smoke and relive myself of the drunkenness which did work initially.  I was still high off the liquor, but I was functional at the least.  Then, someone mentioned that there was still a full bottle of Vox waiting to be opened.  Unwisely, I went to the freezer and grabbed the bottle.  I took at least 3 tall shots to the head.  I was done drinking.  I went outside with my brother to discuss some family business when I suddenly lost control of myself.  I went into the bathroom where Cameron was sitting and had already released his problems in the toilet.  It was my turn.  I asked him if it were ok, and as soon as he said go ahead, I was flowing like a pipe.  Nothing but bile and liquor came up.  There was no food to lose.  People started congregating in the bathroom for some reason.  I was praying everyone left their judgments at the door.  By that time I was just continuously dry heaving.  I was eventually able to signal to Cameron to get everyone out.  I was clearly at rock bottom.  I could not stand or for that matter sit up without leaning over.  Out of control.  I could not think of anything except getting somewhere where I could pass out and not feel ashamed.  I would never find my keys to even attempt to drive home.  God help me.

Jermaine came to my rescue and gave me a big body to lean on.  He explained that this was nothing new, a he always had me in any situation.  I have never had that.  I have always been the responsible one.  making sure people got where they needed to be.  When they are shit faced or sleep, or simply unable to take care of themselves.  I walked in those shoes last night at my little brother’s bachelor party.