When it came to having a night out with my siblings, we go to bars and joints and while they are drinking alcohol they would order "gospel juice" for me as my brother calls it. As a result of this alcohol never held much flair for me cause come to think of it I had no idea what I was missing or not missing.
Throughout my years in university my boyfriend who knew my history or should I say lack of history with alcohol made sure I never tasted any form of it even in parties. But one faithful day my story changed!
One Thursday night in second semester of part four, project, test and impending exams had everyone on edge. I just had a huge fight with my guy. They way he stormed out of my apartment signaled the end of our relationship, but we were supposed to read together (PS: he was supposed to force me to read).
Trying to calm my nerves to focus and all, I remembered that in American film when they are angry or sad or even happy they drink alcohol and seemingly calm down. So I opened my fridge and saw one of his bottles of wine.
Opening it without further thought I took a swig of the wine and God help me I spat it out! What's this?! Is this what you people call fun? Holy Moses, Zebudaiah and Judas! The taste was awful, the after taste it left in my mouth was worse and dear God my stupidity in taking that action was hilarious.
Since that day the only time I use alcohol is when I pour red wine in some sauces. I discovered I was missing nothing, I'm still crazy in the club or parties, I take tough decisions, I carry out dares and I'm proud it's all me.
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