Clamming and the Beach Mixed With a Definite Rant

Well this last week had been quite busy for me, but not in the normal way. I worked less than I ever have, which might come back to bite me, and I did not have anything major due in class ignoring the fact that next week I have three midterms. I spent most of my time on a mental holiday from all the rigors of my daily life, and most of this vacation was spent at the beach. I took a day trip to the Lincoln City and spent the day with some new friends and had a blast. We mostly just ate some good sea food, and listened to music in between running on the windy and overcast beach. I would have to say that the food was the highlight for all of us, except for Krysta who at the smell of seafood became nauseous. I could not believe this so I coerced her into trying my delicious halibut which she admitted was not bad but she would not order it herself. This was just a ploy to keep her hatred of seafood intact and not open the door for other sea life to make a run for her pallet. This trip was a lot of fun but my clamming trip was so full of drama that I felt like my middle school days were rolling back.

I did have a lot of fun clamming and a good time drinking at night with my friends, but everyone had their own little dilemmas going on, especially when the liquor coursed though our veins. Every couple, or would be couple, was in their own little soap opera that played out before us. I had my own little bout of fun experiences as well that drug me down into serious drunken conversation. This conversation that we were all engaged in should have been replaced with the fun of the days earlier when Ashley’s dad jumped into Bryan’s lap humping him hollering “Brokeback Mountain!” and “I can’t quit you!” while Bryan squirmed back in horror. I had almost died laughing that night. Both nights should have been this fun, but it was not to be. Instead I blacked out a bit and Kevin slept propped up in the passenger seat of Bryan’s truck because he got a bit belligerent.
I guess it was destined to be this way when I sat by the fire reading my book and most of the camp was drunk by 11 A.M. making more of the conservative (older) campers in adjoining cites a bit nervous. Sometimes is makes me wonder if we all can spend time together as social groups without being drunk and have a good time. I am not a big drinker and if you know we well you know why. I had the most fun that whole trip when I was on the beach with muddy sand up to my knees and elbows, freezing to the core, digging for what was to be our dinner. To say it bluntly, I hate alcohol. It is a crutch for our social interaction and has ruined a good part of my life through many outlets. For a long time I promised myself I would never drink because my passion for it was so strong. Alcohol has an attractiveness that was impossible to resist for me and eventually I caved in forgetting my hatred and enjoyed myself in foolishness for a long time, but my reservations never vanished from my mind. For all the fun times I have had intoxicated there are at least two more where I was so miserable that I just wanted to end it, regretting that I had ever drank a drop. In moderation all the problems are eliminated but this balance is hard to maintain and is usually lost in a party atmosphere with in moments. I do not hate people who drink, I am one of them. I just hate the abilities that we have lost through our lust for a loss of control. I am not trying to preach. I just come from a different outlook from most people I encounter where I can see this drinking lifestyle developing into something that down-the-line we could lose control of. Having us become one of those things that I fear and loath the most.