Day 52 - December 25th

Day 52 – December 25th
36 hrs of alcohol poisoning
Terrible fucking Christmas
Farewell 2012
You were brilliant
I cried tears

        In the three days from when I got to Adelaide I'd managed to catch up with all of the main groups of people in my life: The Lost Boys, The Melbourne Boys, Phil, and my family. I got home to my parents' empty house from Phil's housewarming on the morning of Christmas Eve and went to sleep. When I woke up I could barely move.
        My family had all gone down to our holiday house in Marion Bay, a three-hour drive from Adelaide. I'd planned to head down there with Lucy and Phil, but after his housewarming, Phil decided he wanted to stay in Adelaide and spend Christmas with his family. Lucy didn't want to go just the two of us after we'd slept together two nights earlier, she said it'd be weird.
        I spent Christmas Day 2012 alone on a couch at my parents' place watching movies on my laptop. At one point I spilled my pint glass full of water across the keyboard, and thought it might be broken. That would have been so perfectly awful, I'm laughing at the memory of my terror as I write this.
        I stayed on that couch for 36 hours. Every now and then I'd try to vomit into a bucket, and I kept up a few conversations with people online with people I'd barely spoken to before or since. The kind of people who are up for an earnest chat while they sit in the bored haze of Christmas, I told them I was sad, and we talked vaguely about life, and adjustments.
        My parents' mate Fitzy came by in the afternoon with some food from his place and I meekly thanked him. Also Lucy came by, but I was upset with her for not wanting to come to Marion Bay, and upset with myself for putting partying ahead of my family. I cried bitter, lonely tears after she left. I can't exactly recall when, but I remember the sobbing being painful.

        The next day my younger cousin Ian drove us up to Marion Bay, and I spent a night with him and the rest of my family before we jumped back in his car and drove back. Twenty-minutes into the return journey I realised I'd left the DVD of 'Community' my Mum had got me for Christmas back at the place, and after enduring a few minutes of my sulking Ian turned the car around and we drove back to get it in silence. When we finally spoke again he asked me about comedy, and what I thought my plan might be. I tried to sound serious, talked about what I saw as my flaws – selfishness, lack of control and direction. We hugged when he dropped me off, and I caught the bus back to Melbourne the next day.

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