I love going out on weekends. I love dancing, being with friends and of course I like to drink alcohol. Being out in the Valley on a Saturday night would be very unpleasant if you weren’t drinking. The problem is I, like so many people, never seem to know when to stop. I went to a friends Hen’s Night which I knew was going to be pretty big, but a combination of not having dinner due to being stuck on the oncall phone for work and still being sad about Belle (see previous post) I guess I just got carried away and drank way too much.
I’m the firm believer in drinking in moderation, but am really pretty bad at following my own advice. Sometimes I can be really good, know my limits and have a good night out without wiping myself out. But other times I go berserk and wind up overdoing it to the point where I become a poster girl for why binge drinking is bad. Saturday night was a very good example of how NOT to spend an evening. And the next day was even worse. I had to go to a work function with my sister and I don’t think I have ever felt so bad in a very long time. I had to miss out on the work activity as I was still double the legal limit (they breath-tested us when we got there) so I attempted to sleep in the sun while my sister enjoyed the activity. I get migraines anyway, but this was shocking and never-ending. In fact it only got worse as the day became night, and I ended up catching a cab to the emergency room to get some relief.
I do not understand why I do this to myself, nor why anyone does this to themselves, especially weekend after weekend. I get sever hangovers at the best of times, so I don’t know what I was thinking of going overboard when I knew I didn’t have anything to take when I got home. I don’t even know why I stayed out as late as I did, knowing I had a work thing on the next morning. All I know is this is a lesson I really need to learn, and soon. I’ve never been the type to black out while out and forget my actions for any period of time, but it could happen one day and that would scare me to death. I think when it gets to the point where you find yourself vomiting on your walk home, you need to wonder why you keep doing this over and over and when the hell you’ll learn.
I don’t have a point to all of this, except I hope I will remember to take it easy next time I go out on the town. If I don’t, you have my permission to remind me constantly until I finally do learn.
