So we had a get-together to celebrate a friend getting a new job. And that was nice. Nobody exchanged droplets and we all had a lovely time.
I also fell off the wagon HARD, drank half a bottle of vodka and a six-pack of high test beer. Me and one of the other hard chargers stayed up until 5:00 in the morning talking complete drunken bullshit, and I spent all day yesterday sick as a dog.
This is new for me. Not making shitty choices; hell, I could give classes on that. No, it's the whole 'feeling like shit the next day' that I'm not used to. And I felt like SHIT. I spent most of the day either snoozing or in the bathroom.
I feel like an idiot. I don't even remember half of what was said (Except one guy who kept asking me 'What about the Copts?" which, I have no idea whatsofuckingever how the Copts came up. He really wanted to know about the Copts, though, right around 2:AM. Yay Beer!)
I found the Copts! Now what do we do with them?
2 days later I still feel poisoned and my house smells like tobacco flavored vape fumes. There's a howling rainstorm outside or I'd have all the doors and windows open. As it stands I carpetbombed the joint with Febreeze, so now my house smells like whatever Febreeze is supposed to smell like and tobacco flavored vape fume. Last time I ever try and play 'cool hostess' like that. If you can set it on fire, take it outside, vato!
Gone indeed are the days when I could out-party everyone and not pay the wages of sin the next day.