Tonight, December 31, 2008- January 1, 2009 was the first New Year I’ve had that was worth while. My mother was actually there, smiling and laughing with us. We sang karaoke and watched fireworks until around 3am. My dad and I went on a one on one with drinks again. I’m the strongest drinker in the family next to my dad and 4 years ago, we did the same one on one on New Years Eve, after he found out that I had learned how to drink and was drinking quite as much. Compared to the beer and the red wine we drank 4 years ago, our competition has arisen a notch. We drank Jack Daniels and Chivas Regal. My head was spinning and I was tempted to vomit at the smell of Jack Daniels but I couldn’t let my dad win. 4 years ago, he challenged me to the same one on one. And I could tell why. He wanted to know how far I could go with drinking. Lucky enough, I passed the test and we both surrendered when the bottle finished. This New Year was different. I think he was still testing me and at the same time, he wanted to prove how far I’ve gone with drinking. I wasn’t going to hide it though. I drink. A lot. I’m not an alcoholic but for a girl, I can handle myself pretty well when it comes to drinking a lot. So I kept with it. I drank, knowing he was there to watch. Until he grew sleepy and retired to his bedroom. I’m not sure how much I proved. But the liar I am, I really want to vomit. But vomiting would only make things worse. Just as long as I do not smell Jack Daniels, I’d be fine. For now.