Reflections of an Alcoholic
Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 12:53 am
((Peter Siu continued from Ice Trail))
Peter was not an alcoholic. Sure, he swung by the Varsity once (or twice, or maybe thrice) a week, and he didn't mind the taste, and he liked the buzz of alcohol, but he wasn't an alcoholic.
That's what they all say. 2 months later, they're in AA.
Getting into the Varsity was easy. Peter was glad that his brother had let him borrow his driver's license. Probably the only time Peter didn't mind that he looked like his brother. That and the fact that the bouncers couldn't tell two Asians apart anyway. Of course, this inability to recognize asian features also meant that Peter got ID'd every time he went to the Varsity. Or maybe they just had a really bad memory.
Friday nights at the Varsity were fairly low-key, unless there was a big game happening. There were nicer bars and clubs around the area for Friday night celebrations. Peter wasn't a huge fan of the bustle of crowded venues; he just liked to have his drinks, and more people meant it would take longer to get his next round.
I thought you said you weren't an alcoholic.
Peter took a seat by the bar and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, his preferred starter drink. Peter never understood why people would go to a bar and get beer. That stuff was cheap off the shelf, and didn't even taste as good as mixed drinks. Which reminds me, I need to pick up some stuff for Justin's party.
A party where you're gonna get shitfaced and probably end up sleeping with somebody. I recommend tequila.
Justin's party. Peter didn't even know why he got invited to the party this time, considering he had broken up with Justin. Actually, he had no clue why he got invited the first time either. Not that it mattered the first time since they had hooked up at the party, with the help of copious amounts of alcohol. Wait. Is that why I got invited? I'm not popular or anything. We're in the choir, we both drink and party a lot, and we dated for a bit, but those aren't exactly good reasons for getting invited. Or maybe I'm just overthinking this.
You overthink everything. It's not bad sometimes, but annoying a lot of the time.
Peter wasn't that keen on the prospect of getting back together with Justin. The guy was lots of fun to be around, and he sure knew how to show a guy a good time. On the other hand, he was also quite immature, at least when it came to real relationship sort of details. At least, that was what Peter had said when he broke up with him. Partly because it was true, and partly because Peter wasn't going to admit that he had been (emotionally) cheating on his boyfriend.
You're assuming that Justin would've cared about something trivial like that.
In the end, nothing really had happened. He had promised Brian that they would wait until after high school was over, and that he would try his best to get accepted to a university in Vancouver. Of course, Peter's best included purposely fudging his application essays for MIT and the other big name colleges in the US. It would've been hard to convince his parents to send him back to Vancouver if he had gotten accepted to an Ivy school.
Peter finished his drink and ordered another. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a folded sheet of paper. It was the list of discussion topics and questions for Sunday's youth group activity. Peter was supposed to prepare a few things to talk about and questions to ask the group to move along the discussion. He read over the questions a few times, but nothing insightful was coming to mind. Peter absently rubbed the back of his head, where a small lump was quickly forming. That stupid fall earlier today was going to be a royal pain in the head.
Haha, that was a terrible joke.
Apparently, one of the symptoms of concussions were, as wikipedia put it, "displays of emotion that are inappropriate to the situation." Which would explain why he had kissed Sora. That was a stupid move; Sora didn't like him, and Peter wasn't really looking for a relationship anyway.
No relationships. Just some intimate physical contact will do..
Peter was definitely overthinking. Best thing to do right now was to relax, which the alcohol was somewhat helping with. Peter ordered a third drink, this time a whisky sour. The night was still young and there was time to sober up later. Grabbing his new drink, he ambled over to one of the several empty pool tables and popped a pair of quarters into it. He arranged the balls on the table, then grabbed a cue stick from a nearby wall and began chalking it up. The bar was pretty empty, so at least he could get some practice alone. It was far better than playing badly in front of a crowd of people.
Peter was not an alcoholic. Sure, he swung by the Varsity once (or twice, or maybe thrice) a week, and he didn't mind the taste, and he liked the buzz of alcohol, but he wasn't an alcoholic.
That's what they all say. 2 months later, they're in AA.
Getting into the Varsity was easy. Peter was glad that his brother had let him borrow his driver's license. Probably the only time Peter didn't mind that he looked like his brother. That and the fact that the bouncers couldn't tell two Asians apart anyway. Of course, this inability to recognize asian features also meant that Peter got ID'd every time he went to the Varsity. Or maybe they just had a really bad memory.
Friday nights at the Varsity were fairly low-key, unless there was a big game happening. There were nicer bars and clubs around the area for Friday night celebrations. Peter wasn't a huge fan of the bustle of crowded venues; he just liked to have his drinks, and more people meant it would take longer to get his next round.
I thought you said you weren't an alcoholic.
Peter took a seat by the bar and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, his preferred starter drink. Peter never understood why people would go to a bar and get beer. That stuff was cheap off the shelf, and didn't even taste as good as mixed drinks. Which reminds me, I need to pick up some stuff for Justin's party.
A party where you're gonna get shitfaced and probably end up sleeping with somebody. I recommend tequila.
Justin's party. Peter didn't even know why he got invited to the party this time, considering he had broken up with Justin. Actually, he had no clue why he got invited the first time either. Not that it mattered the first time since they had hooked up at the party, with the help of copious amounts of alcohol. Wait. Is that why I got invited? I'm not popular or anything. We're in the choir, we both drink and party a lot, and we dated for a bit, but those aren't exactly good reasons for getting invited. Or maybe I'm just overthinking this.
You overthink everything. It's not bad sometimes, but annoying a lot of the time.
Peter wasn't that keen on the prospect of getting back together with Justin. The guy was lots of fun to be around, and he sure knew how to show a guy a good time. On the other hand, he was also quite immature, at least when it came to real relationship sort of details. At least, that was what Peter had said when he broke up with him. Partly because it was true, and partly because Peter wasn't going to admit that he had been (emotionally) cheating on his boyfriend.
You're assuming that Justin would've cared about something trivial like that.
In the end, nothing really had happened. He had promised Brian that they would wait until after high school was over, and that he would try his best to get accepted to a university in Vancouver. Of course, Peter's best included purposely fudging his application essays for MIT and the other big name colleges in the US. It would've been hard to convince his parents to send him back to Vancouver if he had gotten accepted to an Ivy school.
Peter finished his drink and ordered another. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a folded sheet of paper. It was the list of discussion topics and questions for Sunday's youth group activity. Peter was supposed to prepare a few things to talk about and questions to ask the group to move along the discussion. He read over the questions a few times, but nothing insightful was coming to mind. Peter absently rubbed the back of his head, where a small lump was quickly forming. That stupid fall earlier today was going to be a royal pain in the head.
Haha, that was a terrible joke.
Apparently, one of the symptoms of concussions were, as wikipedia put it, "displays of emotion that are inappropriate to the situation." Which would explain why he had kissed Sora. That was a stupid move; Sora didn't like him, and Peter wasn't really looking for a relationship anyway.
No relationships. Just some intimate physical contact will do..
Peter was definitely overthinking. Best thing to do right now was to relax, which the alcohol was somewhat helping with. Peter ordered a third drink, this time a whisky sour. The night was still young and there was time to sober up later. Grabbing his new drink, he ambled over to one of the several empty pool tables and popped a pair of quarters into it. He arranged the balls on the table, then grabbed a cue stick from a nearby wall and began chalking it up. The bar was pretty empty, so at least he could get some practice alone. It was far better than playing badly in front of a crowd of people.