I went to my friend Canada (Craig)'s birthday party on Wednesday, down in Madtown (Madison, WI, aka Beertown USA >.<

. It was his 21st and while I didn't really want to go because of all the drinking, I decided I should because I didn't want him to get so bloody hammered he'd kill himself.
So I went down there, and there ended up being a total of 15 of us. We go to dinner at this lovely Mexican place (absolutely delicious pulled pork burrito I had), and it's about 8:00 when we start eating. Well, Craig's first drinks consisted of 3 frozen Margaritas, the people on the other side of me had something else too. And then Craig got his birthday shot (it was effing HUGE, and we think it was Tequila, but nobody really knows).
Without going through the entire night play by play, this is basically what happens. We start doing birthday barhopping after dinner, and on bar #3 (Wando's, home of the Fishbowl...if you're from WI you know what it is), Kevin (one of Canada's friends) looks at me and our conversation goes like this:
Kevin: Don't you want some?
Me: I don't drink.
Kevin, after a confused pause: .....you don't?
Me: No.
Kevin: You really don't drink?
Me: No, I don't drink.
Kevin, even more confused: You seriously don't drink? Why don't you drink!?
Me: Why DO you drink?
He didn't have an answer for that.
And thus, the night goes like this from there on:
Brent: You want anything?
Me: Water would be alright.
Brent: You don't like, want a beer or something?
Me: I don't drink.
Brent: ....what!?
They looked at me like I had 600 heads! I was like The Hydra I swear! Of course, at that point everybody was so blasted plastered that I may very well have had 600 heads.
Fifteen people...FIFTEEN PEOPLE and I was the ONLY ONE that didn't drink! So that put me in a rather awkward position....
#1 I was from out of town, so I knew nobody but Canada
#2 Canada was so hammered he was pretty much useless and I had to make sure he didn't end up getting himself killed
#3 .....I felt a little left out. I mean, I'm proud of myself that everybody kept offering drinks and I kept saying no, and I didn't bend as much as I wanted to be accepted into the little group, but still...being the only sober person amongst a bunch of drunkards was disconcerting.
By the end of the night Craig had consumed 22 drinks...I have no idea of WHAT, but ALL of it except for two (two beers) was hard liquor. Bars just gave him shots, but nobody ever told him what they were, so it could have been anything from Tequila to Whiskey, we've no idea.
And the Fishbowl...that thing was HUGE. The thing with the fishbowl is you have to order by color (they have 10...red, blue, green, orange, etc etc), because they're not allowed to tell you what's in it (which is a little dangerous IMO), but they'll tell you how many KINDS of liquor are in there. The red fishbowl had 5.
Craig was at least smart enough to mark on his arm how many he had, and technically he only had 21 drinks (The fishbowl was large, so he counted it as two, even though he shared).
I will admit, when we got to bar #7 and God Bless the USA came on over the radio, those who were left (like 12) did the best drunken rendition of that song ever. I think I could appreciate the hilarity more because I was sober. Directly after that, they sang a rather drunk version of Livin On A Prayer (Ok, people that are singing Bon Jovi songs while they're drunk....hysterical), and then we did Don't Stop Believin' by Journey (Which Eric, Kevin, and Kelly had sung earlier in a Karaoke Bar...again, quite drunk. You think Karaoke is funny when someone is sober? Listen to it while they're drunk...it's wild).
Anyway, if you missed it, the whole point of me venting is just because I can't stand it that people look at me like I'm crazy for not wanting to drink. What is wrong with NOT drinking!? What is wrong with NOT wanting to get hammered? What is wrong with NOT wanting to wake up in the morning with a massive headache and the horrendously huge desire to hurl?!
Two of the guys we were with admitted they had (several) alcoholics in their families. So WHY are they drinking?!
I don't drink for a lot of reasons, and one of them is I don't know my family history (adopted), and I don't want to chance it. My brother and I aren't related genetically (none of us in my family are), but he's an alcoholic (presently going through rehab and AA), and I don't want to end up like that.
Why do people have to pick, and pick, and pick? Is it so hard to accept that somebody in WI just
DOESN'T DRINK!? Or am I crazy (Don't answer that)?