26 September 2017

My Teenage Experiences With Alcohol

In grade 10, there was a noticeable peak in my peer's likeliness to going out. Innocent nights ending at 11 became promiscuous, alcohol-fueled jeopardous hours of darkness ending at the dawn of a new day. Clubs became popular; firstly those closer to one's homes and then further and further away. People would arrive at school on Monday and spew out their  latest revelations which their weekend had allowed them with reports of the influx, or lack thereof, of eye-candy and booze.
I never quite caught onto this trend of jolling (that's South African slang for partying). I felt like an airplane taking off in the wrong direction for a long time- my  friends were taking lift and I stood static on the ground. Years went by and still Monday would arrive trumpeting a new bout of  stories with an increasingly prominent theme of danger, booze and boys.

" I felt like an airplane taking off in the wrong direction for a long time"

Eventually, I caught the bug- not the booze, boys and brawl bug but a curious bug. A sense of excitement, nervousness and intrigue arose within me as I stood in front of my double-doored, silver knobed wooden cupboard; what was I going to wear to one of the most notorious drug-filled and dangerously located clubs in my near-by vicinity? I had skipped comfort of the more eloquent and safer spots-I was going straight in for the kill; Clad in black leggings with a small faux gold zip down the left side, black boots with a small heel, a long green, oval-necked stretchy top and a black leather jacket I set off...Steph was going to Gwigwi Mrwebi Street.

The wide alleyway, at midnight, was as dark as a street would be without the natural fullness of the moon watching over it, littered with the orange-glow of artificial light from the odd street lamp which worked. Smoke rose from the 24-hour industrial workshops which lined the street. Outside the club stood three large bouncers which seemingly, at the flash of a note let the profit-providing underage patrons inside.

The thud,thud,thud and boom, boom,boom of the latest remixed house music (or was it drum and base?) sent the room into a continuous shake- similar to what I imagine a never-ending 7.5 magnitude earthquake would be like. I met people who I had heard about from my friends deranged fables- tall boys who oozed confidence, with slick 'perfect' hair and dream-like smiles.There I was, inside the 'dream' I had always imagined. I finally put faces to names I had heard about for years and I have come to a conclusion-It's all an idealized lie.

Firstly, grade ten Steph forgot about opinions. People whom my friends swooned over were only worth a passing glance in my opinion. I hated the music at this club. My friends accounts of their nights entailed a type of music unlike any other. I was mezmorized by the 'fun' narrated to me by friends in grade 10 at these clubs, unbeknownst to me that I would absolutely dread it.

The week after my little adventure passed and by Wednesday the central narrator in a large collection of the stories recalled to me over the past two years said  "I can't wait to be excited and blissful". I didn't understand this; was my friend not happy? Was something wrong? I further asked "What do you mean, B" and she replied "Steph, I can't wait to get drunk". Folks, that is when the missing piece of this 720 piece puzzle was put into place. People are dependent on alcohol for fun.

"I can't wait to get drunk"

I was briefed on accounts of raucous nights ending in anarchy but through the lens of alcohol. Characters in these portrayals of a 'successful' night out were always so happy because of the infiltration of chemicals to their brains. Upon reflection, a 'good night out' never came from not being intoxicated. I felt like my peers had hyped their nights up so drastically that they morphed into an illusion so far removed from reality.

This incident made me realize a couple of things: Firstly, don't take everything at face value. Secondly, other people are going to have opinions that you won't necessarily agree with. Thirdly, NEVER GO TO GWIGWI MREWBI STREET AGAIN!

What are your thoughts on drinking? How much do you drink?
Till next time-

* This post was originally published in May 2016


  1. I definitely agree with the fact that people tend to over exaggerate their tales of nights out. You think you're missing out on the best fun ever, but really it's just a dodgy club with crap music and a sticky floor. Just like all the others. While I do drink, I don't have to have a good time. I often end up being the designated driver and will volunteer to if it suits me. Especially if I'm busy the following day and don't have time for a hangover. In my experience it's the people you're with that make it a great night or not. I often find that bars and pubs are more fun than night clubs as you get more of a chance to chat to people. Hopefully you'll find plenty of them in London! X

    1. I'm glad others see the over-exaggeration in people's stories of going out. It's good that you realise that you don't need alcohol to have a good time; Many don't believe that to be true.
      Yes! I definitely learnt during Fresher's week that the people make it.
      I've already visited a few pubs and found that I really enjoyed it!

      Thanks for the open and insightful comment, Amber!

  2. I hate drinking a lot. I don't mind having a drink every once in a while. I mean once a month at the most! It's usually a drink every 3-4 months. I don't need to be wasted to have fun! I was super drunk once in my life and never again!

    Effortlessly Sophisticated

    1. I feel like a lot of people have one experience where they drank too much, but it was once too many and never did it again. That's normal. We definitely don't have to be knackered with booze to have a good time!

      Also, we never have to deal with hangovers!

  3. I'm not a fan of drinking or going out. I was peer-pressured into it twice while at uni and both times it was a disaster. I did drink but I was never drunk (in those instances anyway). The first time, I had a panic attack because the club we went to was quite small and jammed with people and it wasn't good for my claustrophobia. The second time was to celebrate the end of our final year and me and my 3 friends decided to stay in a hotel. One of my friends had been kissing the boy I had liked for 3 years and then one of my other friends took me back to the hotel because I was upset by it (obviously) and then that friend ended up bringing the boy back to the room I was sharing with her so I ended up on the floor of my other friend's room. I've told them I'm never going out again, I've tried it and it's really not for me!

    p.s. sorry for the super long essay comment!
    -Em xo
    Em's World

    1. Don't apologise for the lovely comment! I love reading people's thoughts and opinions! I'm grateful for them! Thank you!
      At least you tried it at uni, even if you found that it wasn't for you!
      Em, both sound like terrible experiences (particularly the latter). I hope the one isn't your friend anymore- that doesn't sound like a very 'friendly' thing to do!

  4. Look on the bright side....at least you saw what it was REALLY about, putting an end to those stupid rumours. I find teenagers always do that;they make out that a particular event or place is more than what it truly is.😩😟 But one thing to take from this is you ARE going to hold your personal opinion about something, as your fellow peers do.

    #sweetreats xx www.bakingboutiquebirds.blogspot.co.uk/

    1. That's very true! I'm glad I went in and saw it first hand and dispelled all the claims I'd heard.
      Thanks Sweet Treats!

  5. I've never drunk alcohol! And I don't think I will ever been much of a drinker. For one I don't like the smell but also the thought of not being in complete control of my body and mind terrify me. I can totally relate though to having those friends who like to get drunk, especially at uni, I am the one who disappears to my room in the evenings once the drinks come out xx

    Sophie's Spot

    1. Sophie, I completely get you! I don't like the idea of not being in control either- because of aesthetic or alcohol.
      Haha, first it starts with drinks, and then sexual games...that's usually my cue to leave!

      I hope you're enjoying uni though!

  6. I was never a fan of going out like that (cause my friends suck when they get drunk). I'm 22 now and I still don't get the hype of "let's get drunk tonight". Why would that be a goal? I don't think I'll ever understand it. I want to go out, but when I do I either don't drink alcohol at all or I drink very little of it and people kinda want to make me feel bad (see, they suck). They also get drunk and then they retell the story and somehow they make me look drunk too which is so f****** annoying.

    xo Honey - blog Royal Lifestyle - Twitter - Instagram

    1. It's crazy but that really is the goal of some people! It's very easy to have a good time without alcohol-or very little.
      It's unfortunate that they re-tell the story and magically make you drunk in it. Maybe they don't have a clear recollection of the night so they need to add in some extra (but false) descriptions!

  7. 100% people over-exaggerate their nights out. Its like some sort of competition. And tbh, I don’t get it. I’m a night in girl myself! I love how you describe the ‘curious bug’. Perfect description. I think curiosity is why most people begin drinking underage. Great blog post 😊

    1. People really do treat it as a competition.Thank you Sarah! I think it begins with curiosity, which is only natural, it just spirals a bit thereafter for some.


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