Drunk?

Oh boy was I ever...

I am a fairly seasoned drinker, I've been doing it longer than most my age... (Thanks to Grandpa for the Jager when we were sick...they started out as Tablespoons and then grew to shots), but I digress.

So, I'm all upset and crying my eyes out because A tuned into an A-Hole and basically left me for another woman...gotta love it when what you thought was a man turns out to be just another boy who can't keep his pants on; but I digress again...

Where was I? Oh yeah...crying my eyes out wondering how life can get any worse and at the same time trying to figure out what to do now... (PS... I found a way to make things worse, keep reading you'll see)

So what do I do, I get drunk... no, not on my own, I went over to a friends house (MainT). MainT and his friends decided to get me good and plastered so that when I had to drive to my companies golf tournament at 0600 the next morning I would be too busy feeling like ass that I wouldn't be able to concentrate on how much A hurt me...

well, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. I couldn't concentrate on anything but the pounding in my head for the first 2 hours; and when that subsided a little the emotional termoil came back to me and there you go folk's when life is bringing you down, you can always make it worse by adding the hangover of the century to the mix... and if thats not enough get up at 6am in a weired house and try getting out of the house without setting off the alarm...

So now, fully recovered from Wednesday nights binge, I've decided that drinking should be kept to weekends. I should not be allowed to outdrink men twice my size... and the best part of all... I do not always make bad decisions when I am drunk. :) for those of you that know me well, you will know what this is reffering to....


Anyway, its friday... 30 degrees out and Part of me wants to start crying again...
FML
- Stiletto