- 6 years ago
So I spent this weekend at a mock trial tournament in DC. We did well but didn’t progress to the next round so our captain declared this as a night of celebration. Cool, no problem. We went out to dinner, drank, were merry.
Now I have no problem with drinking. I had several glasses of some really yummy wine at dinner, I laughed, I talked, I soscialized with my team and other competitors. But I was also exhausted. Oh my god I was so sleepy. I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired. It was after midnight when we got back. We’d been up since before 7 am. My roommate snores so I hadn’t been sleeping well. We’d been practicing the case for three days, I had been on my feet in heels for a good portion of the trial it was freezing cold outside and since we hadn’t gotten a chance to do any sightseeing and I hadn’t been to DC since I was in 5th grade, I wanted to go to bed and get up early the next morning to go into the city.
So when captain announced we’d only come back to change clothes and were going back out into the freezing cold to party more, that sounded like the worst idea in the world to me. I told him I was about to fall dead on my feet from tired but they should go ahead and I’d love to hear all about the funny stuff that happened tomorrow.
And that’s when they all lost their friggin minds.
“WHAT??? YOU CAN’T GO TO BED!!! WHY WON’T YOU COME WITH US? WE WON’T GO WITHOUT YOU!!!” They acted like I just told them I didn’t want the golden ticket to Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. I assured them ‘guys I’m just about dead here, y’all go have fun I just really need some sleep. “NOOOOO OMG WHY??”
Now I’ve been hassled before for not wanting to stay out super late (again, no problem with partying, I’m just a girlw ho likes her sleep) but these guys took it to a new level. They proceeded to grab me and drag me out of bed, throw clothes at me, then one of the guys literally pushed me out of the room and they shut the door so I couldn’t get back in and hid the room key. Then they dragged me down to the hotel bar, telling me they wanted to go out but “since they wouldn’t go without me I was ruining that for them” ordered Irish Car Bombs and tried to wheedle me to do shots with them. I was so tired I was falling asleep in my chair and they’d shake me and get in my face and say “why aren’t you drinking why aren’t you drinking OMG ARE YOU AMISH OR SOMETHING???” One of them actually was getting mad. “You don’t want to hang out with us? You don’t like us?” I kept trying to say no that wasn’t the case I’d hang out with them tomorrow in DC I was just so tired I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
Then they told me that there would be no sightseeing in DC because they would all be too hungover to do anything but sleep the next day, even though we had the entire day to ourselves since we weren’t competing in the next round. And I couldn’t take the one car because we’re 30 mins outside the city and there’s only one car to share and we need to have it available in case on an emergency. I started to get pissed off at this point because we had done literally nothing but practice in our hotel for 3 days and they knew how much I wanted to see the city, but they decided to get so drunk they weren’t planning on leaving their beds and they were forcing me to join them even though I was so tired I wanted to die. I told them I was tired of this game and they needed to give me back my room key right now or I’d be asking for one from the front desk and they finally gave it back then. It was about 1:30 when I finally fell into bed.
To those of you who don’t understand why someone isn’t drinking, as long as that person isn’t being all preachy can you please do me a favor and leave them the eff alone? Up until now I’d actually liked these people, I had no problem with them going out, but the way they made me feel so guilty and horrible about myself and how judgy they were about me just wanting some friggin sleep. I really liked all these people before this and now I just don’t know what to do. I feel like it needs to be addressed, but have you ever noticed it’s always the non drinking person who has to be so careful about touching the subject of drinking? Yet the drinking people can do whatever the eff they want and hassle and nag and whine and no one says a damn word because the person who doesn’t want to be there is just a party pooper and eff them.
Putting this in relationships because I think a lot of people have this problem with their friends and I’d like their take on how they deal with it.