Advice for drinking and clubbing!

The aim of this post is to be open about my life and share stories that I hope make you have a giggle at my expense.

*I do not condone drinking underage, in fact I can bluntly say that it is a BAD IDEA*, Anyway..

The first time I got stupidly drunk was in Year 10 when I drank Dr Pepper mixed with Malibu. Yes you sadly read that correctly. I don’t know why those two choices stood out to me but it was either that or pretend to like Vodka and I wasn’t ready for that charade at the age of 14. People were always going to parties in my high school but for some reason I never wanted to go because I felt too young, I also had this vision that I would have to have an embarrassing snog or sleep on a rug and like I said previously I was NOT ready. Regardless I did go to my first house party and drank a LOT of other people’s drinks which resulted in me crying in the toilet because the boy I fancied said I was his best friend. My first house party and I got friend zoned. TRAGIC.

After that it really was the beginning of the end for my dignity. Most of my struggles came from trying to hide it from my Mother who now tells me that she wouldn’t have minded if I came home drunk. Like the time I smashed two bottles of Smirnoff Ice in my bag and had to sort it out myself when I definitely could have used an Adult or actually just a pair of gloves. My sixteenth birthday which resulted in me trying Apple Sourz for the first time and feeling like my house had turned into the House from The Cat in The Hat (you know the bit right?) but having to act like I was fine in front of my mum. I once fell down my stairs at a Halloween party in 2017 and here in 2020 it still hurts. I got quite a lot of physio on it and when my Physio asked me how I did it I simply told him I fell down the stairs, he 100% knew that was a lie. I was also commonly known as the Drunk Dialer which meant that every time I had 1 drink I’d be on the phone to anyone I could telling them that I loved them. Sadly that meant that any boy I was sort of with at the time would receive over 20 texts and 3 missed calls which is probably why I haven’t had much luck in the boy department. One time I unblocked my ex boyfriend just to tell him I still hated him, sadly didn’t get a reply. I also face timed my best friend whilst intoxicated and ranted to him about ‘Everyday Sexism’ by Laura Bates (sorry Ev). This still hasn’t changed, a couple of months ago I got so drunk I made a collage of pictures of my boyfriends arms and sent them to him. Why? No idea. Do you still have it? OF COURSE. I apparently just love embarrassing myself not only in person but also on the phone. So I would say if you are thinking about texting an ex whilst intoxicated; DON’T, or alternatively tell a friend so they can throw your phone into some cereal(yes this did happen, it was cornflakes if you must know).

I peaked when I turned 18, I somehow thought that because I was now legal to drink, going out 6 times a week was completely normal. I really recommend for new 18 year olds to not over do it. Have a break because you will end up with 50p and a bunch of regrets. Clubbing is a whole different ball game to house parties, you think you’ve been drunk before and then you have your first night out. I’m quite lucky to have a big group of friends who were all older than me so I felt safe going out with them. I would definitely recommend going out clubbing with people who have been before as I think I would have definitely ended up in a ditch and not safe at home. Or you could ask me to go with you, I do love a good old boogie.

My other piece of advice is that you don’t need to have a snog in a club, yes everyone around you does it and yes you might think it is cool at first but it is absolutely not a good idea and 3 years later you will hate the fact you kissed a guy because he vaguely looked like Jonathan Byers from Stranger Things. Also if you don’t ‘pull’ anyone or you can’t find someone to flirt with, that is ok. Going clubbing should be about having a boogie with your best mates not competing for a boy who you’ll probably never see again. ( I must add though, I know someone who is now married to a guy she met in Soda, so you never know)

My last piece of advice is don’t go out if you have a dance rehearsal the next day. It is so not worth it. There is nothing worse than trying to dance when you can still taste Vodka and Lemonade (Vodka goes with Lemonade not Coke FYI). One of my pals did a step leap and then ran to the bathroom to be sick, it’s times like this you really regret going out. I have so many pictures of me asleep in the corner of a rehearsal room because I was that hungover, I do take it too far every time. Which would be fine If I didn’t have to dance to Bat out of Hell by Meatloaf at 11am on a Sunday. So next time you are thinking of going out but you know you have to be up early doing exercise, do yourself a favour and just stay in bed.

So there’s my advice on getting drunk. I have many clubbing stories I could share but I’ll save them for another day.

Got any stories you want to share? Email me at letusbecandid@gmail.com or DM me on Insta @letsbecandid_

Peace,

Cadi x