When Mothers Get Drunk.... (2482 hits)
Category: Quotes & StoriesRating: 1.8 on 15 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by The Walrus (View user info) at 2004-08-25 20:52:09 EDT
To start off, Yes, I'm a teenager. So don't laugh at me for living at home.
Ok, a couple years ago my mom and I traveled to LA, which by the way is a mess of a city, the sky there is always a dull grey. So anyways my Aunt was getting married for the second time, the first being a miserable disgrace of a bastard who she later divorced. Luckily they didn't have any children, that could have gotten messy. We attended the marriage the day after we flew in, it was really low key, held in a family friend's backyard, the ceremony lasted mere minutes.
Soon it became apparent to me there was only one other person there who was under 40 years old. He was a little bit older than me, and seemed Ok from the beginning. Soon I realized he was one of those people who made every conversation akward. He continually bugged me about going down the street to see some friends of his, who I figured I wouldn't like anyways, so I told him I'd meet him there after I got something to eat. Of course I ditched him and haven't heard from him since, thankgod.
I went back to the main reception area to find my mom, I looked forever before finding her dancing wildly in front of some DJ's in their mid-twenties or so. And to make matters worse she was doing it with the Groom, the Bride watching shocked. This put me into kind of an akward spot, I had never seen my mom drunk before, usually she's quiet and anti-social. Not one to have twenty 40 year olds watching her dance and grind wildly with the groom. So lacking the balls it would take to confront her I slumped off into the shadows and lazily shot pool by myself for the next hour or so. The day was already bad, I didn't realize how bad it would get. Eventually I heard someone mumbling something incoherently to my left. I glanced over and there was my mom, some other party-goers attempting to convince her to go back to the hotel. One of them agreed to drive her there. So of course I tagged along. My mom kept speaking to me in a mumbled french-english mix as she skipped gaily down the road towards our ride, honked and hollered at by countless motorists. My face by now must have been a crimson red trying to keep her in control like I was.
So we got in the car, my mom's drunken wildness being both funny and embarassing at the same time. Our driver couldn't find a parking space so we had to park on the 2nd floor, reminding me of the stairs I would have to endure with my mom. As soon as we had gotten out of the car and the friend who had driven us was leaving, my mom's mood changed suddenly. This is when I began to get a little spooked. I, a 14 year old at the time (yes, mock me for I am young), had a now apparently drugged mother laying at my feet on the 2nd floor of a parking garage mumbling to herself. I pulled her up and propped her on my shoulder, trying my best to escort her without drawing too much attention. At first it went alright, then we came to the stairs. As I was considering the best approaches to getting her down the stairs in one piece, she stumbled forward, half walking, half falling down the stairs, I chased after her, praying that she didn't hurt herself. Somehow she did make it to the bottom without inflicting too much self pain (I found her in a heap at the bottom of the steps). But my attempt at stealth was now in vain, a whole crowd had stopped to stare. In a situation like that I wasn't sure whether to smile, frown, or laugh. So I simply said nothing, now I was too worried about my mom to worry about the embarassment. So I lifted my mom and we set off again, trying my best to support her. Several times she slumped to the ground, delaying us momentarily so I could notice the throng of people staring and gaping from different angles. Eventually we made it to the hotel door, where the situation got even worse.
The hotel lobby was crowded, but I managed to maneuver my mom through without drawing too much attention. Until we came to the elevator. Lady Luck was yet again against me as we approached the huge crowd waiting for the elevator. Our room was on the 18th floor, in a 20 floor hotel. So we had to wait in the crowded elevator for everyone else to depart. My mom struck up conversation with random people a few times, it was the most akward ride I've ever had. Finally we got to our floor, where I brought my mom to our room, then to her bed where I laid her down.
I walked to the bathroom, eager to wash up and get briefly away from my mom for the time being. I quickly splashed water on my face and then headed back to check on my drunken parent. The first thing I noticed as I re-entered the room was the brownish-grey stain spreading across the carpet. I followed the trail up to my moms lips, spewing seemingly endless mush all over the nice hotel floor. And now for the low point of my entire life. Carrying my mom across a hotel room towards a bathroom as she puked endlessly all down my neck. She soon passed out on the floor in a puddle of her own puke, leaving me without a clue as to what to do. So I retired to my bed and cried myself to sleep (fine give me shit about that, but I was only 14). And there ends the worst day of my life. I don't know why I chose to share this but I felt like writing and it was all I could think about.
User Reviews
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2005-01-25 06:05:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Everything Electric said. If you have chance learn a little about where comma use is appropriate.
I don't neccesarily agree that fabricating the story is the right choice of words. I think exaggerating parts of your story would make it more interesting.
Liked this though.
Submitted by Walrus_King (user info) at 2005-01-25 05:10:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I have a million similar stories about my mother.....
I won't go into them though
Well written and easy to read/follow
-Walrus
Submitted by Juaquin (user info) at 2004-08-25 23:09:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Hilarious, embarrassing, and pretty well written. +2
Submitted by DirtyDeeds83 (user info) at 2004-08-25 23:09:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Are you guys serious? This story SUCKS!
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Submitted by Timmah (user info) at 2004-08-25 22:49:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Much better than the pirates post.
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2004-08-25 22:47:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Better make sure you clean your cache and cookies if you live at home, otherwise your mom might find this post BTW.
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2004-08-25 22:35:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Don't take that wrong, you would have gotten a +1 otherwise...
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2004-08-25 22:35:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Hey man! Not bad...For being 16, not bad at all..you'll only get better from here.
Couple of suggestions:
ONE, it tends to make it easier and attract potential readers' eyes if you break your paragraphs up more. It's one of those mental tricks like the carpet in hotel hallways - it always has borders to make the hallway seem less open and forbidding. Same concept is applied to the appearance of slightly lenthy posts. Smaller paragraphs offer the promise of quicker rewards as our mins are able to process what we just read easier.
TWO, this is a good story, but don't be afraid to take reality and twist it a bit. Use your imagination and make things happen that didn't actualy happen if for nothing else than it's entertaining to read. Everybody here does it. For instance, my last story, (Restaurant Etiquitte), didn't even happen...but I lead everyone to believe it did, because they got a kick out of it, and thus it accomplished it's goal. Actually, what happened was my buddies and I only TALKED about doing what I did in the story. It didn't actually happen.
This doesn't mean you should always fabricate what you write or put a fictional 'artistic license' spin on it. Actually, this one didn't need much of it, but it coulda helped....Just a suggestion.
Like I said...the longer you stick around here, the better you'll get as you find a balance between what gets read and enjoyed by those here, and what you truly want to get across about who you are.
Good luck in that! +2 because you are 16 and this is better than the shit people twice your age write on here. I won't be so nice next time. Suprise me!
Submitted by BongZilla (user info) at 2004-08-25 22:13:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
hey bro that sucks, at least she didnt get durnk and go home with some guy. that would have been a lot worse!
-BongZilla
Submitted by LizardSpark (user info) at 2004-08-25 21:52:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow! A well written post that I almost didn't read. Thank you.
Submitted by whiskeyjack (user info) at 2004-08-25 21:42:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 seeing as you've suffered enough
and now for the mocking: haha you got scared for life cause your mom is a boozing lush, and you got puked on.
Submitted by camor (user info) at 2004-08-25 21:42:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Nice, but getting your head stuck in a revolving door at some fancy ass hotel in Toronto may be a touch worse.
Submitted by Impassive-Digressive (user info) at 2004-08-25 21:00:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
It's moments like this I am glad my mother gave up drinking when I was young.
Submitted by DirtyDeeds83 (user info) at 2004-08-25 20:59:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Are we supposed to feel sorry for you?
Cause we don't.
Dirty says No
Submitted by big_wiggah (user info) at 2004-08-25 20:57:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
your momz sounds fun to party with