Uttered Last Night:
“I can’t even remember the last time I puked [from drinking]”
A mere 7 hours later and my body was wrapped around the toilet bowl in my bathroom (this is one of those times that I’m excited that my roommate and I do not share a bathroom).
I can drink beer forever (well, at least 2 pitchers and 5+ cans), but throw in a half-bottle of red wine (guzzled straight from the bottle since I couldn’t find a wine glass) and I’m toast.
But I never learn and I’m always all about the red when I’m drinking because I seem to forget how it always ends.
I had to leave the bar early because I felt positively ill. I handed the cabbie my credit card, but I accidentally gave him my VISA instead of my MasterCard and it got declined because I had just paid it off that morning. I had cash and other options in my outstreched hands. I went to pay him and he waved me off.
I think I forgot to thank him, but I probably would have thrown up in the cab if I’d opened my mouth so the slight was probably for the best.
I’ve never been someone who has ever been able to sleep in unless I’m dying or I went to bed at 8 am but I managed to sleep until well past noon almost uninterrupted.
Now I want Wendy’s, which requires putting on pants and a bra.
One step at a time.