One advantage of not really liking alcohol is being able to observe tipsy students. To be quite honest, these students belong to a demographic I’d like to avoid, but every now and then I make an exception.
A while ago, my friends asked (read: slightly forced) me to go to an informal drinks night our student association hosted. The wine, which smelled like vinegar, was served in those typical free paper cups. Very student-like, right?
‘I’d take a Fanta.’
One thing led to another and after 30 minutes I was playing along in some weird drinking game with seven slightly intimidating students.
‘Pamela, I give you five sips.’ A boy looked at my cup, waiting for me to take a sip. I brought the cup to my lips and drank. They all knew I didn’t drink, but I was wondering if they hadn’t forgotten it already.
Two hours later, I decided it was time for me to cycle home again, but just as I was preparing to leave, the ‘five sips boy’ stopped me and said: ‘How can you tolerate alcohol so well?’ A smile started to form on my lips as I gave him my cup, which contained a remainder of my fizzy drink. All he did was laugh, not being able to fully comprehend it all.
Sometimes, watching tipsy students can be fun, especially when you’re the one who’s sober.