So then I realized that this is not a thing. Alcohol poisoning is just seriously not a thing! It’s not real and it’s not a damn thing. So stupid. (Here I’d ask you to “allow” me to explain, but I don’t really give a rat’s ass if you’ll allow me anyway [Two points to Moon for acknowledging how little I care]):
There are nights I’ve drank myself into a coma, a legit "how did I wake up with half a pizza on my shoulder?" coma. If alcohol poisoning were a thing, I’d have it biweekly. If I have not gotten it yet to have my stomach pumped, it is not a thing 100% fictitious. If moon has not gotten it, it is not a thing either then it really and truly is not a thing. Surely musical lawyer, who actually coined the phrase "losing time," would have gotten it at LEEEEAST once if it were actually a thing. I mean, realistically there are nights I’ve easily put back 20 drinks. PLUS shots!! And I’ve never gotten alcohol poisoning. Hence... it is not a thing.
I have legitimately seen moon put a way a BOTTLE of Jameson. Did I have to call an ambulance on her? Absolutely not. It did not even enter my mind. And despite how I can often be a questionable friend, I am perfectly willing to call an ambulance on a friend if need be. There are nights where I’ve seen moon drink so much and oh my god, that she could be considered legally blind in most states. she is practically BLIND. No ambulance. All this does is make us want a nice sandwich and an extra large bloody mary for breakfast.
There was a night not too long ago when I left moon on the lower east side and ended up at home (albeit, after several attempts). I had to go to Port Authority to do so and I have legit no recollection of how I got there. I may have walked. I may have taken a cab. You could tell me that I took a goddamned stupid thing with the bikes that guys bicycle you around in with William Baldwin and I’d believe you because I have 100% no idea how I got there. This night was also filled with screaming at a garbage boy, denying my inebriation (the #1 sign that someone is hammer towned), and losing a boot in MY APARTMENT that I still have not managed to locate.
And NOOOOOO one had to call an ambulance on me. Hence, not a thing. Alcohol poisoning = not a thing. Believe me… I’ve been inadvertently TRYING for YEARS. There’s just no way it’s a thing.
It makes me furious that people get this thing that is not a thing. Not. A. Thing.
-stars
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I’d like to add that during the conversation between stars and myself during which these points were made, I said something hilarious which I could not incorporate into a blog from stars’ point of view, so I’m appending it here. It was:
“You know what… I walked into this conversation thinking that it was a thing. Because if people tell you that something is a thing enough, you start to believe it’s a thing. But now I just don’t think it’s a thing.”
-moon
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