This is the year they say
This is the year they say it will all end today
With the Y2K
The world will crash they say those in the know are going to stay
Indoors on the Y2K
Fucking dumb I say if I can’t be in Amsterdam getting high
I’m drinking at the Y2K
This is the year I say it will all end today
With the Y2K
No more bullshit I say I’m gonna have a different life
After the Y2K
You’re destroying yourself my sister tried to say after barfing on her porch
On the Y2K
I can’t remember how December 31 1999 started off, but at some point I started drinking. I think I started the day off with a pint of DeKuyper 100 proof peppermint schnapps. I ended up at the bar down the road from my sister’s house. I drove. Under the seat was another pint o the 100 proof waiting for the ride home. I arrived at the bar and the first thing I did was get a long island ice tea. It couldn’t have been later than six or seven. A friend of mine was the bar tender and he kept comp-ing me shots of aftershock and various other liquor concoctions…all night. I lost count of how much I drank but it was a lot even for me. The whole night everyone was arguing about Y2K. I didn’t give a shit. I had plenty to drink, people to talk to, and a hot blond that was interested in every conversation I was in! The blond and I brought the New Year in with a very good kiss. She got up on a pool table and offered me her hand. No one said anything so I thought what the hell, and joined her. With free Champaign everyone in the bar cheered to the New Year. The kiss lasted for a minute or more, and looking back I am pretty sure that she had different ideas about how the night was going to end than what actually happened. I wished her a happy New Year, gave her another quick kiss, got down from the pool table, and promptly forgot about her. The drink was calling my name. I stayed until the bar closed and drove back to my sisters, drinking the extra pint the whole way. I got out of the car and lit up a smoke and proceeded to barf all over the front porch. I had a good fucking time that night. Six days later I was homeless and sitting in that same bar wondering what the fuck I was going to do….
Chris McQueeney 3/11/12 1:51 AM
The inspiration for the poem and post were brought to you by dVerse 1999
Note to reader:
I don't Drink anymore, and the days leading up to Y2K and the seven days after I did some very shameful things, things that I don't like to talk about so much. You might say "wow puking all over your sister's porch, or driving your sister's car drunk, or being so obsessed with alcohol that you passed up a chance to have a memorable experience with a very beautiful woman (and she was hot, very hot)are pretty shameful". And you would be right, but the things I didn't write about were worse. I will write about some of that on my blog, and some will be in my book.
I don't Drink anymore, and the days leading up to Y2K and the seven days after I did some very shameful things, things that I don't like to talk about so much. You might say "wow puking all over your sister's porch, or driving your sister's car drunk, or being so obsessed with alcohol that you passed up a chance to have a memorable experience with a very beautiful woman (and she was hot, very hot)are pretty shameful". And you would be right, but the things I didn't write about were worse. I will write about some of that on my blog, and some will be in my book.
11 comments:
wow dude...sounds like this was a major turning point in your life....and you should continue your story, would love to her more...
oh oh...things can change quite quickly...and it's good to have people like your sis who're not afraid to tackle difficult subjects...eh..oh..and amsterdam is still a place i'd love to visit..smiles
What a night...and that porch must tell us stories ~
You must continue this :-)
I imagine until this year turns the corner of 2013, we'll hear the same reservations and haunting worry as we did in Y2K...
I used to say alcohol was a friend of mine, who paid a visit and stayed long after it outlived it's welcome. I couldn't drown fast enough and unfortunately I had a high level of tolerance. Thing is all those scars and bruises, all those nightmares were still there waiting, biding their time. The only thing that drowned was my sanity.
Something about reaching that point, where our best friend is the very thing that's killing us...
I can say it's a family thing, eh - but I know better. I'd be interested to read the continuation of this story. (Hugs) Indigo
Ha! ... "if I can’t be in Amsterdam getting high"
Peppermint schnapps sounds yummy, but not if the night ends with puking on the porch. :)
I also would love to read about the next chapter of your life.
~Shawna
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Horrible. Your 2000 sounds like it may have been even worse.
That sounds like a hell of a night!
I was one of those Y2K idiots that stockpiled food and water and a ridiculous toilet contraption made out of a bucket and some 10 gallon trash bags. Humph! To this day we still call it the Y2K Cupboard.
Hope you're not drinking til you barf anymore. I'd say 2010 was my barfiest year. Waaaaay too many of those kinds of nights. I've dialed it way back. But one of my stepfathers just died a couple weeks ago having drank himself to death. So please be good to yourself.
sometimes a person hits so low and hard he/she bounces. this sounds like that.
i used to drink too and i miss wine with dinner and my silly zambuca highs. but there is not a day i am not thankful that i won that battle. good for you too, wander. a no booze-no barf is a different better life, that's for sure, but it's a windexed window after too many years of built up smog.
sounds like your sister has your back
xoxo
kj
I don't Drink anymore, and the days leading up to Y2K and the seven days after I did some very shamfull things, things that I don't like to talk about so much. You might say "wow puking all over your sister's porch, or driving your sister's car drunk, or being so obsessed with alcohol that you passed up a chance to have a memorable experance with a very beautiful woman (and she was hot, very hot)are pretty shamefull". And you would be right, but the things I didn't write about were worse. I will write about some of that on my blog, and some will be in my book.
I've been sober 26 years now and there are things I did in my final year(s) of drinking that I simply will probably never share. What a horror addiction is. Your poem and prose describe it well, and put me there....although it's the last place I want to be!
A great piece for the 1999 prompt and it generated some interesting comments as well.
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