So. Being the party animal that I am, I was at a party on Friday evening, dressed as Hermione Granger (it was amazing.. I might start wearing a robe full-time) and at a party on Saturday evening (formal dress - so my favourite red silk number came out again :)).

In this time, I noted the effect of alcohol, and why it is a bad, baaaad thing.

I am not a stereotypical teenager. Despite my recent spate of partying, I do not go out much, and I certainly do not drink much. I have never been so drunk I don't remember something that happened.. hell, I've never even been drunk enough to throw up! I may say some silly things, and get a little giggly, but that's the most thats ever happened to me alcohol-wise.

However, some of my friends/acquaintances *are* stereotypical teenagers in this respect. And a lot of them seem to think alcohol is the solution to life's problems.

So on Friday, I observed a non-drinking friend gradually becoming more and more irritated by the antics of a drunk person. And on Saturday, I observed that being a tipsy person does not necessarily make you a happy person.. at least, not for very long.

This was a personal experience. And I think it was in part brought on by the general feeling of exclusion. By one person in particular.

One William Sigsworth.

If you're reading this, Will, I hope you understand the level of my - anger isn't the right word. Call it disappointment.

Pointedly ignoring me for a whole evening because I stand for things you disagree with is not only rude, it is also childish and unnecessary.

So I'm Jewish. And half my best friends are gay. Why does this necessitate such extreme disapproval? Why? Why? and thrice why?

It seems we will never know.

People will tell me to drop it, he clearly isn't worth the effort. But it grates on me, and it also grates on me that people who I esteem and like seem to think there is so much good in him. They trivialise the way he behaves and that makes me think its alright to suffer abuse at his hands. Which it isn't.

So because of this, and the wine I had drunk at this party, I nearly had a little cry, which would have been horrendous as my makeup would have run in an alarming way.. and only this thought prevented me actually curling up in a corner and weeping a bit. I soldiered on, determined to cast him evil looks at every oppurtunity. And I did. But I shouldn't have had to, and that makes me sad.

So today's moral is, kids, alcohol is a bad thing. And there are more anti-semitic homophobes out there than some would have you believe.