The Beer-Fear is real
Can I start by saying Congratulations to Alana on a beautiful wedding and handfasting ceremony. I really enjoyed the evening and it was great to see everyone. Alana looked beautiful and so happy with her new husband, and I wish them all the joy in the world.
And moving on from this i would like to make something clear:
I AM A PIECE OF SHIT
Or at least, Drunk Sylvia is a piece of shit. Sober Sylvia is a cunt, but Drunk Sylvia is just the worst, and I think I need to send out apology notes for however I behaved at Alana's wedding. I don't really remember the details, but the shame and regret is strong AF so I'm guessing it wasn't great.
This has become a new trick that my brain pulls, my hangovers are now 90% shame with the remaining 10% made up a mix of nausea, drowsiness, dizziness and an unstoppable need for chips.
I really hope this isn't something specific to me, I keep telling myself that lots of people get the beer fear and I'm not just suffering because I am particularly awful, but holy shit I might be.