So, I’m back from my trip. It was fun. My friend and I ended up in a fantastic suite. The sweet suite. We each had a bedroom and they were connected by a living area with a bar, televisions (2), DVD player and 2 additional bathrooms. It was the good life. We went dancing and had a great time.
Slightly more disturbing is my week-long love affair with champagne. We bought a bottle for the room and I had 2 or three glasses but it wasn’t very good and we ended up throwing half of it out when we left. Thursday we had a going away party at work and there was champagne. It was nasty as well, but palatable when you mixed it with punch. Yes, I got drunk at work. Bad! Bad! Bad! When you start mixing champagne with punch, all you really taste is the punch. We were outdoors, it was hot and I was really thirsty. Don’t aske me why I didn’t just have punch - something about an open champagne bottle just seems to scream at me. Anyway, I had to get a ride home. That’s a first for me.
Last night I went to a party at my friend’s house. It was just a few of us getting together and I thought a nice bottle of champagne would fit the bill among so many of us. Unfortunately, except for one glass, I polished off the bottle. Luckily we were doing a lot of dancing so I didn’t get drunk.
But this is a disturbing trend in the last week. Think I better go dry for awhile and try to figure out why I’m doing what I’m doing. I think I’ve drunk more this week than I have all year! With the propensity for alcholism and addiction in my family, it’s not wise for me to tango so closely with dynamite.
I’m off for another weekend away! This one at my friend’s house. No booze! Just girl talk and movies and junk food!