Time To Reel It In

This weekend kind of crossed the line between Fun-and-silly drunk to I'm-embarrassed-for-myself drunk.

I believe I already mentioned that Thursday was a big night, so I have to admit I didn't think that I would last very long on Friday. I had even plotted to have a few bottles of wine on the flight back from Melbourne, and ended up falling asleep before take-off and waking up when we landed in Sydney, so that idea was out the window.

I managed to drag myself to Martin Place Bar to meet up with a few people, and I suppose that's where the trouble started. Well to be more accurate, the trouble started when it didn't occur to me to eat after 12pm on Friday.

The point is, I ended up being a very messy drunk and don't remember all that much of the evening apart from what friends have told me. One truly unfortunate moment that popped into my mind on Saturday was when I was walking down Oxford Street and completely stacked it, tripping over a tree and literally ending up lying on the street being helped up by people walking by and everyone else simply giving me one of those "Ohhhh SNAP!" looks when someone has seriously embarrassed themselves. Not exactly the kind of drunk I like to get, I will be honest.

I didn't wake up until almost 1pm on Saturday and was still totally smashed, so I opted for a softer landing and went across the street to meet friends at the pub. Two cases of beer and various jokes about Asians later, we were at Ellen and Danny's new place and I was passing out on the couch.

Sunday just involved me feeling rather worthless and depressed (that much alcohol will do that to you), but I did manage to perk up to have friends over for a few bottles of wine and a three course meal, since my new hobby is cooking drunk.

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The only thing that makes me feel better about such a stupid weekend is the fact that one of my colleagues emailed this morning to say he wasn't coming in because he got married this weekend -- that's either a drunken mistake, a lie, or a really convoluted way to get out of working on a Monday.

And I was just laughing a moment ago because Sesame told us how earlier today her Dad went to open the garage door, but pressed the wrong button and backed the car through the other garage door. PRICELESS. At least my drunken buffoonery didn't involve damage to personal property (unless you count the cuts on my knees).