So I had a Thank God it's not me moment yesterday & this morning. My housemate's Mom died Fri. night, and the funeral was yesterday. When she got home, I was already in bed, but she proceeded to get very drunk. I got up about 3 Am to go to the bathroom, and noticed that all the lights in the apartment were on, and as soon as I stepped into the dining room all I could smell was apple vodka. I went to the living room, and she'd drunk about 2/3'rds of a 26er, and had a full glass on the table. She'd also managed to spill vodka on the couch, which was soaked. I checked on her, and she was passed out on her bed, fully clothed. She got up shortly after I did, put the rest of the vodka away and turned off the lights, then I didn't see her 'til noon when she managed to get up. She'd puked all over her bed, and had no memory of how she'd gotten to bed.

This is totally not like her. She's normally a very moderate drinker who does not have a problem.

I helped her clean up her room, and introduced her to the hangover helper of Gingerale, which has saved me on more than one occassion. She's feeling better now, but a little dumb for the episode. I told her I'm not one to judge, I'm just glad she's ok.

But boy did it take me back.

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