i am never drinking again
on an empty stomach...
last Friday marked a turning point in my life. i was blackedout drunk by 8:30 pm at a company function. yes, i can't believe i still have a job with the cult either. so Liisa threw a casino night hosted at Dolce (i don't know if i'm allowed back there again), with open bar and NO food. she opted to have more booze and less snacks. damn her. i thought i'd fill up on appetizers, but instead, ate like 5 crackers and drank 8 glasses of wine...which equates to roughly 2 bottles. i don't remember: getting kicked out of the club twice, smacking numerous friends/coworkers, passing out on one of the back couches, bawling on the curb, telling my entire life story to Lijay, and almost yaking in the cab-ride home. all this, before 10 pm. i think. i'm actually not sure when i got home. [side note: craps is the best game ever]
of course, that didn't stop me from drinking beer at noon the next day and letting my alcohol buzz continue for the Beer&Oyster festival. there were no fried oysters this year, boo! my friends were becoming belligerent drunks as the day continued, whereas i somehow became straight-edge and was doublefisting water at a friend's bday party later that night.
so where does this leave me? i think i need to stop drinking to the point of blackout because i don't want to be 'that' girl. i also was having a blast up until i had one too many glasses of wine, and there's a very fine line between fun buzz/drunk and falling-over-everyone-in-front-of-old-boss drunk. fuck. i don't even remember having a good time! and then, there's the matter of me drunk-dialing someone i really need to stop talking to because, like i said before, i deserve better.
monday morning, and my current boss' flight was cancelled, so i really can goof off until 1:30 pm. oh, the life of a corporate whore.
last Friday marked a turning point in my life. i was blackedout drunk by 8:30 pm at a company function. yes, i can't believe i still have a job with the cult either. so Liisa threw a casino night hosted at Dolce (i don't know if i'm allowed back there again), with open bar and NO food. she opted to have more booze and less snacks. damn her. i thought i'd fill up on appetizers, but instead, ate like 5 crackers and drank 8 glasses of wine...which equates to roughly 2 bottles. i don't remember: getting kicked out of the club twice, smacking numerous friends/coworkers, passing out on one of the back couches, bawling on the curb, telling my entire life story to Lijay, and almost yaking in the cab-ride home. all this, before 10 pm. i think. i'm actually not sure when i got home. [side note: craps is the best game ever]
of course, that didn't stop me from drinking beer at noon the next day and letting my alcohol buzz continue for the Beer&Oyster festival. there were no fried oysters this year, boo! my friends were becoming belligerent drunks as the day continued, whereas i somehow became straight-edge and was doublefisting water at a friend's bday party later that night.
so where does this leave me? i think i need to stop drinking to the point of blackout because i don't want to be 'that' girl. i also was having a blast up until i had one too many glasses of wine, and there's a very fine line between fun buzz/drunk and falling-over-everyone-in-front-of-old-boss drunk. fuck. i don't even remember having a good time! and then, there's the matter of me drunk-dialing someone i really need to stop talking to because, like i said before, i deserve better.
monday morning, and my current boss' flight was cancelled, so i really can goof off until 1:30 pm. oh, the life of a corporate whore.