Popularity comes with more alcohol

Hey, it’s Rachel!

In my last post, I told you how I got way too drunk at a party my freshman year, but it helped me make friends with a cool girl, Carmen.

On Monday I sat at Carmen’s table again, and this time she actually spoke to me.

“You were pretty wild on Saturday, huh New Girl?” she laughed.

“It’s Rachel,” I said nervously. Now I wasn’t drunk, I was back to my regular, slightly awkward self.

“Whatever,” said Carmen. “You said you could have some people over and we could raid your mom’s bar this week. Still down?”

I had no memory of this but figured I could swing it. My mom was going on a work trip that week, so I would be alone at the house starting Wednesday. My mom always kept a fully stocked bar, as she liked to make the occasional cocktail for herself and her friends.

“Sure,” I said, trying to act casual.

On Wednesday I cleaned the whole house and tried to dress to impress. I didn’t want to look like I had tried too hard, though, since we were just going to be hanging out at my house. I wore leggings and a cute top and did my makeup like Carmen’s again.

When the doorbell rang, I opened the door, and Carmen walked in with about ten people behind her, including some boys. I was instantly worried because I thought Carmen was just going to bring a couple of other girls over. My mom was going to kill me if she found out, but it’s not like I could tell anyone to leave. How lame would that be?

Carmen tossed me a quick hello and then went directly to the bar in the kitchen, where she poured shots for everyone. I tossed mine back, just happy to be included.

A couple more shots later, I was drunk again for the second time in less than a week. I remember playing spin the bottle and truth or dare and laughing a lot. I threw up again, but this time I made it to my bathroom.

The next morning, everyone had left but Carmen, who was asleep beside me in my bed. My head and stomach hurt, just like it had Sunday morning, and I felt nauseous. I looked at my clock and was horrified. It was 11:00 a.m.! On a Thursday! We were missing school!

I started to shake Carmen awake. She looked over at me and yawned, then smiled.

“Hey, New Girl,” she said. “Know how to make a Bloody Mary?”