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Originally Posted by To Be Quite Honest
I feel pity for the hosts of the parties you've attended! And your parties!  |
Dude, my dad was a Pentecostal minister who moved us through a series of tiny little towns - I couldn't fart in the hallway at school without him finding out about it, that's how tiny the towns were (villages/hamlets, really). So sneak out to a party? Ha! Not only would he have been there dragging me home, in a heartbeat, I'd have gotten skinned alive for going. And that is not an exaggeration - I have 3 younger siblings. We all survived many years of physical abuse and so often, it was just easier not to rock the canoe, you know? It was all pretty deeply ingrained, so when I moved out at 18, I still didn't party - was still the good little pastor's kid, still went to church, blah blah blah. Even though I'm no longer a believer (atheist) and not a church goer, the habits just tend to stick, I guess.
As for parties, I don't really throw any. We sometimes have the neighbors over for drinks on the deck or around a bonfire, but no one gets plastered. Not because we make it that way - it's just their choice, I guess.
I'm a lightweight with wine - half a glass just makes me want to sleep. I can't drink any of the reds, they exacerbate migraines. My weakness, if I was to let it be, would be tequila. I love tequila.