The first time I was drunk… #imustconfess
I must confess I struggled to come up with an answer to this one, when I limited myself to the obvious interpretation of this prompt. To be drunk with alcohol.
Quite understandably, I cannot remember the first time I was drunk because, umm, I was drunk.
But I can remember the first time I legally tried alcohol (not counting the multiple times I had a drop of beer in an egg cup care of my Dad 😉 ). It involved a debutante ball, my birthday and a glass of the worst moselle wine you can imagine. Remind me to share that story with you one day!
While I can’t recall the first time I was drunk with alcohol, there have been many “firsts” in my life where I have been drunk with various emotions. So I wanted to take the time to consciously remember those instead.
Because at least I can remember those!
The first time I was drunk with….
I have memories of being happy on many occasions during my childhood but the most vivid belong to instances where I was creatively engaged. I remember my heart swelling with happiness when listening to music that moved me, both popular music and the classical pieces that can still bring me to tears to this day. At times I have felt consumed with joy when listening to particular songs and movements – there is nothing more freeing than feeling the music literally course through your body.
Similar levels of happiness came when I spent hours wandering and walking outside, composing stories in my head. I rarely wrote them down but I loved retreating into the worlds of my creation to explore more of their intricacies whenever I could. There was joy in the creative process and in being able to savour them all by myself, whenever I wanted. As you can tell, writing still brings me joy to this very day x
I thought I had been in love a few times before meeting my husband (all very much one-sided, on my side…) but those first few months of new love with him were truly intoxicating. I could not eat. I could not sleep. I was running on adrenaline and excitement. I barely functioned away from him. It was so sickening when I think back but I had never felt so vibrant or alive. It was all that love is supposed to be and more. And while those initial heady feelings have disappeared, the enduring real and lasting love that took its place has never gone away x
I experienced my first crush when I was in Year 4. His name was Paul and he was in Year 5. He was older than me and funny and cute. Alas it never moved beyond unrequited infatuation but I still remember those first feelings of attraction all those years ago.
When I was a child, my parents took us to the circus in Sydney. I remember being so excited on the way there – I could barely contain myself. When we arrived, my parents told me to wait until they could get me out of the car themselves because it was muddy.
Of course I was drunk with excitement so I ignored them and fell on my butt in the mud. So instead of heading into the circus I howled with disappointment all the way back to my Nan’s house. Of course Mum and Dad couldn’t take me in with muddy, damp, WHITE pants. My goodness it took me years to get over the disappointment of that day…
Apart from the very early memory above of my ill-fated trip to the circus, I vividly remember feeling similar levels of excitement when going to our local show. There are not many things that can rival the lure of bright lights, show bags, sideshow alley games and gravity defying rides when you are child. So the local show was a much longed for treat every year. And my excitement never waned, until I reached adulthood myself and realised just how money-sucking the show really is. I must confess I’ve never taken my kids to the local show for this very reason… #badparent
Anticipation goes hand in hand with excitement and I guess the first time I really remember being aware of an overwhelming feeling of anticipation is when I first travelled overseas as a 14 year old. I headed over to Europe and the US on a choir tour for 4 weeks, without my family, and it was a true turning point in my life.
I remember anticipating that trip for almost a year before I left, alternating between excitement and fear, as I got ready for my first real test of independence. I had never flown before or travelled away from my family or been in a foreign country so that trip represented so many things for me. The anticipation was truly overwhelming!
Do you remember the first time you were drunk, either with alcohol or with a particularly strong emotion?
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