I was sitting on my bedroom floor and waiting for inspiration to strike, listening to my Moxy Fruvous CD and getting rather frustrated at myself for once again not writing down any of the ideas I'd had over the past week (you'd think I'd learn after a year or so). Then, magically, I realized that "The Drinking Song" was playing and at the same time my eyes landed on Mary Beth Murtha's column from last week.
Oh wait, Mary Beth wrote about the roles people take on when they drink: the casual "whatever I do, wherever I go, I'll toss back a few beers and have fun" person and the 110 percent drunk. But mainly she talked about how many women tend to take on the caretaker role, staying sober enough to spot trouble and be able to do something about it.
My roommate Shannon, completely able to associate with the role, taped up the column next to her computer and highlighted parts of it that she thought applied to her. Then she took Mary Beth's advice over the weekend and had quite a bit of fun realizing that the world's not going to stop if she's not there to take care of everyone.
I, on the other hand, was waiting for her when she got home, the good mother hen that I am.
You know what? I'm a senior, graduating in May, and I don't think I've ever been to a bar in BG. In fact, the only bars I've been to are the one in my hometown Pemberville (because one night a week they have pretty good margaritas for a dollar a piece) and to some club in Toledo for a friend's 21st birthday outing.
Sometimes I'm tempted to go out, like on Saturday nights when I hear everyone else out having a great time. And it's not that I've never been to parties. I've been to a few. But I don't like beer, and hanging out with a lot of people that I don't know doesn't appeal to me. But I'm really not the stay-at-home-and-play-Monopoly type, either.
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