Knowing when to stop
My group of friends are quite experimental and hedonistic, and countless times I’ve had to be the one holding the hair back, consoling the tears in the middle of a club (or out the front in the gutter), pulling them down kicking and screaming after dancing on tables or mediating fights between friends over arguably trivial matters.
One night, my friend had just broken up with her boyfriend, and she went on a massive bender, mixing drinks and no water in sight. We met her at the pub, where she couldn’t get in. After arguing with the bouncer and attempting to punch him, they threatened to call the police so we dragged her away.
We decided to take her home, so we started walking (if you could even call it that) to the taxi rank. My drunken friend was in a scary state, crying, laughing, telling us to let her go and she started getting violent.
In and out of consciousness
After thrashing around and giving one of my friends a black eye in the process, she went quiet and declared that she needed to vomit. I took her to the nearest public toilet, and she sat on the floor (which was quite dirty) and tried to vomit. After looking as though she was lapsing in and out of consciousness, she begged me to stick my fingers down her throat to make her vomit, and because I didn’t know what else to do, I did.
After she vomited all over my arm and all over her designer dress, she assured me that she would be okay long enough for me to go grab her a bottle of water. On the way, I ran into one of my old friends from school and told him that our friend was in the toilet sick, and he said that he would look after her for me while I went to get water.
What she wanted
At the service station, I saw her freshly ex-boyfriend (we live in a relatively small community), and told her about my friend and he looked really concerned. He came with me, and on the way, he told me that he wanted to take her back – which is what she really wanted. We walked into the cubicle to find my friend drunkenly hooking up with our old school friend, and her ex just walked away disappointed and hurt.
The next morning, she had written an e-mail to everyone she had seen that night, apologising. She rang up her ex and he wouldn’t take her calls. The embarrassment and shame of giving her friend a black eye, humiliating herself in public and the hurt of losing the guy she loved was too much and she has never drank since.
Obviously she learnt her lesson!
Story by Alissa, 19 years old, from NSW