Drunk

I forgot that I don’t like to get drunk. Forgot all about my 2 (maybe 3 drink) limit. That I like to have a nice buzz, but not feel inebriated.  So what did I do? Well, I had a margarita, a beer, two martinis, half a bottle of wine and just to be sure I was really gone, another giant glass of wine.

I’d just spent 30 hours in the car with Big Daddy and our crazy kids. You guys, THIRTY HOURS! Except for the few hours we were in a hotel. Where the first 3 of those were spent trying to get the Tasmanian devil that is my almost 3 year old asleep! Kid was rockin until 2am! And no, she didn’t sleep a wink in the car. Not a drop. And was still wired for sound.  So you understand when I tell you, I was in need of a little anaesthetising. Also I was celebrating being back in San Diego with my bff. It was a great day! We chatted and puttered and sat outside on her deck overlooking the harbor while our 6 crazy kids played. The sun shone! We needed hats and sunscreen. So you see I was giddy with joy.

Our husbands went grocery shopping, picked up lunch, took the big kids to the movies . . . and all the while we drank and talked and had a great time.  The guys came home with the kids and pizza in tow and we poured the wine. And a good time was had by all! You see where this is going, don’t you?

I made an ass of myself.  I am a person who should never talk politics with other people. I’m obnoxious, over-bearing, opinionated and rude. When I’m sober. So imagine when I’m not. I was a complete jerk to my best friend (and gracious host). The good news, even in my drunken stupor I (eventually) realized I was being an asshole. So I apologized and was forgiven.

The terrible hangover is my punishment. And a reminder to never do this again. I’m too old for this crap.