It feels like I’ve been influenced by the alcohol a lot this month. In reality it’s twice. I have been drunk twice this month. That feels like a lot to me. It’s not, not at all, but when you’re a mummy it feels like a lot. It feels irresponsible. I have two small children, I shouldn’t be getting drunk should I?
My first drunken exploit was Jubilee weekend. Two good friends were back from their travels around Oz and New Zealand so a long overdue night out was in order. We drank wine, and more wine, oh so much wine, and I was drunk, nay trollied! It was fun, I think, I’m not sure… I barely remember getting home, I had lost my bank card, and I felt bruised from head to toe, especially around the bottom area – I reckon it cushioned many a fall. The next morning I felt uneasy. I had enjoyed a night out with my friends, I am assured that it was a funny night, good old fashioned fun with the girls. However I couldn’t shake the feeling that I should have never got so drunk – gaaaaah!
I also had a wedding renewal service and wedding reception to attend this month. The renewal service went well, I had a few of my fave tipple vodka and diet coke and had a lovely evening. The wedding reception was a bit different, it too was lovely, but there was table wine and myself and a work colleague/friend took advantage of that table wine… There was a lot of chatting, dancing, giggling, and a spot of lying on the marquee floor, because you know, that’s what you do at weddings yes? The next morning I woke up with that same ‘Gaaaah!’ feeling.
What was my problem with my getting drunk? I hadn’t flashed anyone, got into any fights, vomited on or spilt drinks on anyone. In fact I didn’t vomit at all, sign of a successful night methinks.
I thought about it, and this is it. I’m out of practice, I don’t do that any more. It had been a while since I had a night out and I was ready and oh so willing to have fun, thus making it VERY easy to fall under alcohol’s influence.
Anyway I’ve decided to give myself a break. I had fun on all three nights out, and I won’t say I’ll be more sensible next time, because in all honestly I can’t guarantee I will. However, I will strive to stay away from Mr Wine. Mr Wine is not my friend, he gets me into trouble.