Psychic Rhiannon Paille

My birthday is coming up this Thursday, August 6th!

And every year my best friend and her husband have a sort of "everyone they know" party on August long weekend.

So my and my husband go, we bring my cake, and some other goodies for the party and we prepare for an interesting night.

Our friends are interesting people, very into the GLBT community, both of them do drag, and their friends are of quite the mix!

So I already knew going into the game that people would be checking me out.

Which was why I decided to have a drink. I figured the alcohol would numb my telepathy enough that when the guys and girls were staring at me I could just not hear it!

That didn't work as well as I had planned.

There was maybe 2oz. of alcohol in the one drink I had.

But I found out what happens to an empath in a room full of drunk people . . . 

I acted like I had drank a 24 of Vodka by myself in less than 10 minutes.

I was dizzy . . . and I lost my coordination . . . and I was apparently really hyper . . .

I tried to meditate to make it go away, and that made it worse . . .

Apparently the alcohol lowered my shields, so while I couldn't hear anything due to the dizziness in my head, I was also picking up on everyone else's psychological drunken buzz.

O M G

I felt so embarrassed the whole time . . . I kept apologizing to people, and telling them I only had one drink . . .

Of course I got hit on anyways, and I told all of them off.

My husband asked me who I was flirting with later on, apparently he saw me standing somewhere talking to a guy. 

I said, "Oh you mean the guy who asked me which one my husband was? Yeah, I told him you were the one in the suit, and that you didn't just look like you'd kill him." He responded with, "Well . . . all I can say is WOW, so long as I don't get any closer." and I said, "You're really lucky I can't read your mind right now." and he said, "Yeah, yeah I am . . ."

And then I changed the subject and we talked about our kids and our pets, and he stopped coming onto me. 

Towards the end of the night a lot of people left, and so I sobered up. I just drank a ton of water in the intermittent, and ate some food, and some cake . . .

I was still kinda tipsy when they brought out the cake, and the whole room started chanting BLOW, BLOW BLOW BLOW!

Uhhhh . . . . another moment where I was kinda glad I couldn't read anyone's mind!!

When we left we took a walk around the block first to let the energies detach themselves from me naturally . . . and when I was back to me, I asked how bad it was. 

He said it was pretty bad . . . and we agreed that next time we go to a party like that, I'm just gonna have to put up with the thought patterns, cuz apparently dodging those for the empathic shock was NOT a good idea!

One saving grace though, my friend Cheryl is quite the student, I couldn't figure out how I had gotten so drunk (very hard to figure out what is going on when your head is spinning) and she said, "Are you sure you're not picking up on everyone else's drunkenness?" and I just looked at her and went, "OMG YESSS!!!"

*hangs head*

I'm smarter than that though, I should have known that was going to happen . . .

Namaste,

Rhiannon