I am entirely unwell.
It seems a little silly, in retrospect, to do something that you know very well will leave you feeling like you’ve been hit by a bus (or wishing you could be) the next day.
I don’t really drink. I don’t really like to. I don’t usually choose to get myself smashed, or go out of my way to hang out with people who love to party. That is not me. Dana, however, is an amazing friend. She invited me to go to a girl’s night out, and since I don’t have many friends I thought it might be a lot of fun. I didn’t realize it would come to be the night of the bender.
I don’t even want to think about how much I drank. I know I didn’t pay for most of the drinks, and that’s a horrible way to keep track of what is going into your body. I feel guilty, but mostly just because I feel like I’m about the throw up at any moment, and I’m too big of a chicken to actually do it. How does throwing up make you feel better? Sounds like a scam to me.
Instead of enjoying my weekend, I had too much to drink Saturday night and had to spend all day Sunday recovering. It is 6:06pm, and I still don’t feel human. I feel stupid.
(** As an edit, and in response, I’d like to comment that we had two designated drivers that had the only cars for the evening, and also carried cash in case of the need for a cab came about.**)