That Time I Woke Up in a Different Country After a Night of Drinking...
I want to be as honest and open in my stories as I can be. I think people connect best with vulnerability and truths, so I thought I would start this blog off with one of the most life changing experiences that has happened to me… The time I flew to New York City in a black out and then was checked into rehab about 24 hours later. Yup that happened! I must say I never thought at 25 years old I would be saying I am a recovering alcoholic and drug addict but thats just the reality of who I am. I spent my 23rd birthday in rehab and let me tell you it was far from magical, but hey, at least I can say I actually remembered that birthday. :P
Now I dont exactly know how I managed to get myself to New York City in the state I was in but I did. Pretty much this is the worst hangover i’ve ever experienced. I had never been to New York City before, but I had a huge Ikea picture of it hanging on my wall and always dreamed of going. I was a little Vancouver island girl but when I drank I swear the devil appeared in me. I had this ultra ego named “Kiera” and she was a bitch… she wasn’t actually mean to people, she would just try and destroy my life. I remember saying to my ex at the time “hey lets go to Cactus and get a drink?” Well that drink turned into an all night bender of drinking and doing lines of cocaine, as it usually did. I have never been the type of girl who was able to just have one drink…. I would always like to tell myself I was… but I was NOT! So, pretty much I become BFF with this girl who I met at the club and did not like… but I was drinking so of course we became best friends for the night and I brought her back to my place to hangout and party into the early hours of the next day.
Somewhere around 5am I decided it was a great idea to go to New York City… ! Couldn’t tell you how we managed to find flights or all that jazz but we did, I have brief memories in and out of the events leading up to getting to the airport and purchasing tickets. Long story short I remember waking up in a tattoo parlour in Time Square… Yup… apparently me and this girl were going to get matching BFF tattoos of the New York coordinates on our wrists. I had payed for them and everything, but after I had laid down on the tattoo bed for a bit, I guess that little rest just gave me the boost of sobering up that I needed to realize where the heck I was. I got refunded and we tried to make our way back to the airport to come back to Canada.
I had traded my shirt for a soft pretzel so all I was wearing was this “I heart New York” shirt and a matching “I heart New York” hat. What a time to be alive! :P I had spent $6,000 in 24 hours and pissed off my family and ex. I had called my manager at work and told her I was moving to New York City and wouldn’t be able to make it into work anymore… don’t fully remember that phone call but it happened. Addiction runs in my family and I liked to think that I flew under the radar, but apparently not… because my Mama decided to take drastic action when I got home and pretty much told me I would be fired from work if I didn’t go into rehab. She was my boss at this time…I was like “well fuck”… so I was reluctant but I spent most of my savings and now was going to be unemployed so I didn’t seem to have that many options. I am super grateful my parents did send me into rehab because my life is so much better in sobriety, and I am able to look back at these things and laugh. Even know I take it seriously I still think there is always humour in everything if you actually look for it and have learnt your lesson. Lol! So…. if you ever find yourself waking up at some randoms house or don’t know how you got to bed… well just think about this story and know that at least you didn’t wake up in a completely different country… just another day in the life of Kyra!