Surprisingly, my parents drank a lot. Surprised?
Their parties were always something to behold. Free flowing liquor, wine, and none of the cheap stuff. I knew a party was upon us when the liquor store mobilized and brought their goods directly to our doorstep.
I loved the labels. The fancy colors. The carefully branded shape of each bottle. Into the corks I would dig my small fingernails. I have no recollection as to why those corks felt so fascinating.
The nights of these events were the highlights of my worn and tired years. Free to roam, just out of sight of his lustful radar, I pretended these parties were for me. A celebration of good grades, an acknowledgement of good behavior, a bash just because I was me.
So many people. Beautiful and handsome. Smiling, laughing, pouring, drinking, spilling, expounded tales, more hysterical laughter. These were the highlights. Half empty glasses cast aside to make a ring on an unsuspecting table; I would rescue such table by picking up the offending glass. My remedy: throw my head back and gulp the burning liquid. To me these glasses were half full. My eyes always sprung singular tears in response to the fire in my throat. Glass after glass; these were tears of joy.
My life grew better with each set of tears. Wobbly eyes made her look a little happier, him less intense and leering. My parents looked like the people I wanted them to be.
From a distance I could see how others saw them and it made me happy.
Ultimately, these evenings never ended well. When my tired haze could no longer hold its own I found a bed. But I wasn't the only attendee who was on the verge of bedtime. Warm from the inside out I would fall into an easy sleep. Until I found someone weighing heavily upon me. What should have been scared, instead I did not mind. It was easier. I was easier. My drunken warmth relaxed me and whomver it was slid easily inside. No mistaken tears, no overwhelming pain, no staggering fear.
Alcoholic breath breathes deeply into my being. Sloppy lips bring me out. A joyful stupor makes me fun. My smile comes easy. No faking of any sorts. I am awake and I am so alive. I dance, I flirt, I tease, one after another needs are made whole. Art and beauty are created.
I am Lively. Fun for now. A painful child deferred for later.
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