the occassional poor decision

A fun one, nonetheless.

Friday night was our holiday party for school. It had to be rescheduled because of the snowstorm back before Christmas. We paid $50 for dinner/open bar from 8-12. Bad news right from the get go.

The actual party was a lot of fun - I had too much wine, but nothing crazy happened. Then some of us decided to go dancing. We ended up at Silk City. It all gets a little fuzzy around this time - but I remember drinking some beer and dancing a lot. I think that the people I was with were also pretty drunk. Let me rephrase: I hope that the people I was with were also pretty drunk. At some point, almost the end of the night - I decided that it was time for to go home. I'm assuming that I said goodbye to the people I was with, but really - who knows. (In college when I got drunk, I would just leave parties when I thought it was time to go without saying anything to my friends.) Well, my coat was in the car of the girl who drove, and it seemed like a good idea to leave without it and get it on Tuesday. So I got into a cab and decided that I left my credit card at the bar. So I went back in. Don't worry, the card was in my wallet the whole time. Then I got into another cab and went home.

I didn't feel so hot on Saturday, that's for sure. Got up around ten - about two hours too early probably. I didn't feel that awful until I made myself and ate eggs. Bad idea. I went to the art museum with a couple friends anyway. Threw up a little in the bathroom there, but felt so much better after wards.

Oh geez. At least I reminded myself of WHY I rarely drink that much.