Aug 09, 2006 19:03
So last night, after MUCH drinking, I return home and decide to order diner food. I went to look for my credit card and it isn't in my wallet. I had just used it at the bar, and assumed I had lost it (I had previously lost a credit card at a bar a month ago).
It was 5:45am. And I had consumed the following this evening (I'm estimating...the end of the night is a blur):
2 shots of Ketel One vodka
7 glasses of Johnnie Walker Black Label scotch on the rocks
1 Kamikaze shot
1 Mudslide shot
I was sufficently wasted. And, fearing that my credit card has been lost, I decide to call my parents and have them cancel the card.
It's 6am. I can't form a complete sentence. They are not happy.
This morning (late afternoon) I wake up (come to) and suddenly remember that early morning call. Yikes. I find my wallet, and discover my credit card in a different pocket than i usually place it in. Oops.
My parents think I have a drinking problem.
I just think I'm an idiot.