You’d think drinking and partying all day and night would be awesome and easy but I tried it and failed terribly. Just like everyone assumes I have the most awesome job in the world where all I do it travel, post a few photos, and a couple words here and there and I’m set, the life of a rock star is hard. Two days ago, I had a plan. I was going to drink all day and party all night. Why not? I did it very successfully for four years in university. What’s changed? Nothing, right? I’m at the Hard Rock Riviera Maya and all the essentials are at my finger tips: all inclusive alcohol and whatever brands I want, the best nightlife in the country and at any all-inclusive resort that I’ve visited, a cool DJ, friends, and Heaven bar as the venue. It was the ideal combination for the ultimate drinking party yet I didn’t even make it to the starting point. What went wrong? I got over-confident and not in any of the right ways.
After posting about my up-coming experiment, I was excited and started thinking about it. The more I thought, the more I drank. It started at dinner. I ordered filet mignon and a glass of wine, which was all that I was going to have all night. I had a big day coming up and I didn’t want to jump the gun. But then friends joined our table later and I was already finished my meal. So I ordered a Pina Colada. Well, you know how that goes; you have to have one for each hand.
Then, we made our way to the on-site Guns 4 Roses concert. Shots were going around and everyone had one in the their hand. It was like being under peer-pressure in high school. I didn’t succumb to it then so I shouldn’t even think about it as an adult but I thought I could have a few without having a few more. Before I knew it, I was the one in the line for a refill. Once you start, your reasoning skills become less and less. Drunk people are not like a fine wine; they don’t mature with age.
By the time we went to Heaven bar, I was more than ready to dance. It’s funny that alcohol makes people the best dancers in the world. I was on fire! (Obviously, this was all in my head. What I thought I looked like on the dance floor was a better version of Shakira but the actual version was more like Elaine from Seinfeld.)
While this was all a slippery slope for a difficult night and an even more difficult morning, I was having a great time. I could have had the same fun without the alcohol and I would have danced. The only difference was that I was more free. I just didn’t care what people thought and I completely let loose. I danced with everyone in the bar. Young and old, men and woman, it didn’t matter. And people were open to it and happy with me. I met an older Spanish lady who hugged me after we danced. I met another younger lady who couldn’t stop smiling (maybe it was more like laughing at me, but she was happy regardless.) And people were more free in my presence.
It was one of the funnest nights that I had in years. Why is it that I can’t do that without the drinks? I didn’t think about it last night or this morning when I was hung-over with a pounding headache and feeling sick to my stomach, but when it finally ended, I actually considered starting again because I loved my night so much. I can see how people become alcoholics.
What I realized though was that I need to figure out how to be so open and free without a drink. It wasn’t the alcohol that made me happy. It was dancing and laughing and meeting a ton of new people at the bar. I would have never gone up to them without drinking, but I should. We all should. Think about how much fun the night would have been if more people were interacting with others rather than just their friends.
So I’m not a rock star and I can’t drink all day and party all night. Actually, the thought of another drink makes my stomach turn. But I do want to focus more on being comfortable with myself and just letting go. The next time I’m in a social situation like that I’m going to force myself to reach out to someone I don’t know. You never know what the experience will bring.