Submitted by megan on Thu, 01/01/2009 - 13:45
At 11 o'clock last night, I was dolled up in my slinky dress and ready to go to bed. And not in the euphemistic sense. We'd ended up dillydallying at home a bit, and I was tired and not in the New Year's swing of things. I would have been quite happy to sit on Shelley and Steve's couch, have a glass of wine, toast midnight and scoot up the driveway to my cozy clean house and my brand new sheets.
At 12:30, I'd finished off a flask of straight gin, tossed back a few small glasses of bubbly wine and was starting to black out. I remember lots of the rest of the night, especially the very fun parts that left me with a bite mark on my shoulder, but it's with tunnel vision. The edges of the night are greyed out pretty close to the centre, and beyond that it's murky muddly swirly.
I've done that a few times this year - gotten black out drunk by accident, where I've started the night thinking, oh, I'll just have a drink or two and go home. Each time, I've misjudged just how drunk I am and then, of course, how much more I can handle. Last night was weird, since I can generally handle a flask full of whiskey with aplomb. Maybe I metabolise gin differently? Maybe it was the small supper several hours before? Maybe it was the bubbles.
No matter, really, because I don't like it and it's not okay. It makes my rosacea flare up for a day or two, it means the next day is pretty much a write off. It means that I wake up thinking what in god's name did I say that for and really? I fell down again? fucking christ. It makes me squeeze my eyes shut and roll over.
But I did have a wicked time at the party. And I remembered that I love celery.
True to form, today has been pretty much a write off. Though I did make delicious overnight french toast and roasted potatoes for Shelley and Steve this morning. After that, though, I read a mystery novel in the tub for an hour and some and then dozed on the couch for another hour and some. Now I'm blogging, about to get ready to go eat lobster.
With a nice bottle of wine from which I will not be drinking.