Cleansing
Last weekend was big! Considering the majority of my weekends are now spent at work, having two consecutive nights out socialising and drinking really overdid it for me. I think I'm getting a little past totalling myself, or at least going out with the intention of doing so. I made an idiot out of myself on both Saturday and Sunday nights. I did have fun too though. And I met an actor of Neighbours, to whom I told the story of last weeks drinking game! He was well impressed!
Saturday was Jac's birthday and many funs was had at The Retreat - I played bouncer to our booked area, I watched the footy while flirting with cute boys [which almost made up for Australia losing to New Zealand] and made new friends. Jacqui has superior taste in people, obviously! Down-side of the evening was that I made a fool of myself in regards to a certain situation, but which I have now decided isn't worth bothering about.
Sunday was a joint farewell for two of my co-workers at a pub over near Chapel St. Had a few pre-drinks in at MIB and then headed over there for a solid evening of drinking. Now, due to being mildly sick with a head cold my taste-buds have been a little off lately and my level of taste has been severly diminished. This creates a problem for me because suddenly beer tastes like water, and pints go down a little too easily. Let's just say Rara went from tipsy to drunk to turbo-drunk in pretty quick succession, and surrounded by co-workers this is generally not the best plan of attack. Luckily for me hospitality workers are all of the same breed, and I was not the worst of the lot. I did however manage to admit a crush on a backpacker [to another backpacker they're friends with]; fall asleep on the couch in Revolver [the 2nd bar we moved on to]; get asked to leave; leave; get smuggled back in; get asked to leave again by the bouncers who barricaded the exit to the bathrooms I was in; and then, not remember any of the afore mentioned. I was advised of my behaviour the next day by said co-workers. But! At least I didn't spew on my next-door neighbours car!
So! After this last weekend of shame, I've decided it's time to put away the drinking shoes for a while and attempt to stay on the straight and narrow. The plan is to detox from alcohol until the 14th of December, a whole three weeks. For me going two days without alcohol is uncommon [if not, a struggle] so this is a big move for me. I'm also focusing on improving my diet and getting into that exercise. Two and a half days in and I'm doing okay! I did a MASSIVE grocery shop this morning that should have me sorted for the next two weeks, and while the initial outlay put a decent dent in my bank account I know I'm going to save bucket loads by not buying dinner and snacks out every time I leave the house.
The 14th of December is of significance to me too, as it will be the One Year Anniversary of my move to Melbourne and this is cause for celebration. While I can't say I've had the easiest year as I've been all over the place with different jobs, losing friends, missing the ones I have left, and dealing with the difficulties of life in general, I know I made the right decision in moving here. As a whole I'm in a better place now than I was this time last year. I think trusting my intuition in moving here is, without a doubt, the smartest thing I've ever done!
So here's to recognising goals and staying on track!
Saturday was Jac's birthday and many funs was had at The Retreat - I played bouncer to our booked area, I watched the footy while flirting with cute boys [which almost made up for Australia losing to New Zealand] and made new friends. Jacqui has superior taste in people, obviously! Down-side of the evening was that I made a fool of myself in regards to a certain situation, but which I have now decided isn't worth bothering about.
Sunday was a joint farewell for two of my co-workers at a pub over near Chapel St. Had a few pre-drinks in at MIB and then headed over there for a solid evening of drinking. Now, due to being mildly sick with a head cold my taste-buds have been a little off lately and my level of taste has been severly diminished. This creates a problem for me because suddenly beer tastes like water, and pints go down a little too easily. Let's just say Rara went from tipsy to drunk to turbo-drunk in pretty quick succession, and surrounded by co-workers this is generally not the best plan of attack. Luckily for me hospitality workers are all of the same breed, and I was not the worst of the lot. I did however manage to admit a crush on a backpacker [to another backpacker they're friends with]; fall asleep on the couch in Revolver [the 2nd bar we moved on to]; get asked to leave; leave; get smuggled back in; get asked to leave again by the bouncers who barricaded the exit to the bathrooms I was in; and then, not remember any of the afore mentioned. I was advised of my behaviour the next day by said co-workers. But! At least I didn't spew on my next-door neighbours car!
So! After this last weekend of shame, I've decided it's time to put away the drinking shoes for a while and attempt to stay on the straight and narrow. The plan is to detox from alcohol until the 14th of December, a whole three weeks. For me going two days without alcohol is uncommon [if not, a struggle] so this is a big move for me. I'm also focusing on improving my diet and getting into that exercise. Two and a half days in and I'm doing okay! I did a MASSIVE grocery shop this morning that should have me sorted for the next two weeks, and while the initial outlay put a decent dent in my bank account I know I'm going to save bucket loads by not buying dinner and snacks out every time I leave the house.
The 14th of December is of significance to me too, as it will be the One Year Anniversary of my move to Melbourne and this is cause for celebration. While I can't say I've had the easiest year as I've been all over the place with different jobs, losing friends, missing the ones I have left, and dealing with the difficulties of life in general, I know I made the right decision in moving here. As a whole I'm in a better place now than I was this time last year. I think trusting my intuition in moving here is, without a doubt, the smartest thing I've ever done!
So here's to recognising goals and staying on track!