So, last night I had the unfortunate yet fortunate pleasure of experiencing drunkenness. I do regret it to an extent, but only because it upsets James. Otherwise, it really helped. Now, before you jump to conclusions, I wasn't drunk off my booty, as some people say. No, I was just drunk. I don't really remember the whole night, but I do remember bits and pieces. Here's what I learned:
I learned why I shouldn't drink around boys! Thankfully, the only boy around was my puppy. But I realized that emotions can get mingled easily, even more so with the addition of brandy, wine, and Busch Light. (I rejected the super-strong smelling moonshine, so I'm not that dumb.) Let's just say I said some things to a friend of mine that I wouldn't normally say..
Another great example of what I learned is that when you're drinking because you're depressed, you tend to drink more than you think you will. Fortunately for me, I realized what was going on and I stopped drinking so much. I'd been cutting once to twice a day since the beginning of the week, (which probably won't help my anemia..), and it wasn't a good idea for Alea to secretly bring over the alcohol without my knowledge, but once Alea starts something, she'll finish it. Trust me.
Finally, I figured out that a klutz, me, should not drink a lot and then try to carry my puppy to the bed...It doesn't work well..
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