The party's over? Wait, what party?
I think I may have to alter part of my occupational listing to reflect "retired partygirl" instead of "semi-retired partygirl". Fucking hell.
Over the past year I've cut back drastically on my drinking (with the exception of a couple horrid months after an unpleasant breakup) to the point that I apparently cannot handle my booze. Which begs the question, could I ever? (Or can most people who think they can? After all, we're talking about the opinions of people who are drunk, lol.)
Most of my activities, school and design work/research, handicapping horse races, etc. do not involve drinking. In fact, I prohibit myself from drinking until after projects are done and my DRF is marked up. I refuse to allow a tasty cocktail to inspire mistakes or dampen my ambitions. Even when I do drink, it's typically a glass of wine or whiskey once everything is done and then it's off too bed. I've spent enough years frittering away my talent and abilities, failure or mediocrity aren't acceptable options.
That being said, I got extremely trashed (much quicker than I expected) on Friday night and was fortunate enough to have a chivalrous gent come to my rescue (which I deeply appreciate). I remember very little of the entire night, which is not only embarrassing but really quite infuriating. I take responsibility for anything I said or did, regardless, but the worst part is not remembering time spent with someone whose company I really do enjoy.
...and don't think I've completely gone off the deep end (not that I'd ever do that, right? haha..), I'm not completely forsaking the sauce. I'm just putting it back in it's place, which is a sidenote and not a priority or necessity.
P.S. I have to wake up in 6 hours and I'm not remotely tired. Stupid afternoon naps full of carousel dinner parties and gentlemen dressed like Cary Grant!!
Over the past year I've cut back drastically on my drinking (with the exception of a couple horrid months after an unpleasant breakup) to the point that I apparently cannot handle my booze. Which begs the question, could I ever? (Or can most people who think they can? After all, we're talking about the opinions of people who are drunk, lol.)
Most of my activities, school and design work/research, handicapping horse races, etc. do not involve drinking. In fact, I prohibit myself from drinking until after projects are done and my DRF is marked up. I refuse to allow a tasty cocktail to inspire mistakes or dampen my ambitions. Even when I do drink, it's typically a glass of wine or whiskey once everything is done and then it's off too bed. I've spent enough years frittering away my talent and abilities, failure or mediocrity aren't acceptable options.
That being said, I got extremely trashed (much quicker than I expected) on Friday night and was fortunate enough to have a chivalrous gent come to my rescue (which I deeply appreciate). I remember very little of the entire night, which is not only embarrassing but really quite infuriating. I take responsibility for anything I said or did, regardless, but the worst part is not remembering time spent with someone whose company I really do enjoy.
...and don't think I've completely gone off the deep end (not that I'd ever do that, right? haha..), I'm not completely forsaking the sauce. I'm just putting it back in it's place, which is a sidenote and not a priority or necessity.
P.S. I have to wake up in 6 hours and I'm not remotely tired. Stupid afternoon naps full of carousel dinner parties and gentlemen dressed like Cary Grant!!