The next day I awoke late, about 11:00 am, with a fierce headache and feeling like I was going to die any minute. I tried to roll over to go back to sleep, but life wasn't going to treat me that well. My Mother was soon in my room, loudly telling me to get out of bed now. The "now" part was very loud and sounded very angry. My Mother was soon giving me the third degree about drinking alcohol the previous night. I was hurting badly, and trying to figure out how she had known, when she informed me that I had put my dress with the vomit all down the front of it, into the dirty clothes hamper. She put this along with my morning behavior together and figured out that I had been drinking. I didn't try to deny anything, I had been caught red handed.
All hell then broke out. My Mother was furious that I had was given alcohol when I was clearly under age. My Mother didn't seem to realize that it was an under age sailor who brought me the alcohol, but that is beside the point. Worse, the drama club was connected to the base church, so my Mother was calling the Chaplin and anyone else she could think of, to raise hell about my drinking. I was slowly trying to sink into the ground as I listened to my Mother rant and rave about my behavior. She was insistent on knowing who was responsible for allowing me to become drunk.
I was put on lifetime restriction and threatened that I may never be able to go out of the house again. Things were looking very bleak, and I was hurting too badly to even comprehend my situation. It took me another day before the enormity of the situation sunk in.
It was the following day when the situation I had placed myself in became clear to me. I wasn't sure what to do, so after thinking about it, I cut school and went to see the Chaplin. The Chaplin was kind and listened to my story. I didn't blame anyone, just told him what had happened, without naming names. He advised me not to place myself in that situation again and said he would help me.
I don't know exactly what happened after that, I had said my peace to the Chaplain, and left things in his hands. There was a lot of whispering around me for several days, but then things quieted down and life returned to normal, or near normal again. I wasn't on restriction for more than about a week. I wasn't offered another drink for the remaining time I was in Hawaii.