Self-Inflicted

I recently read a comment that said something along the lines of "instead of posting to your blog to apologize for not blogging in a while, just delete your fucking blog". On that note, I won't apologize for my absence. Between work and drinking, I simply haven't had the time to jump on here and blog. Not to mention that I can't say anything overly interesting has happened in the last couple of weeks.

Just over a week ago, I went over to a friend's place and got unintentionally hammered, which was embarrassing only because it seemed like such a rookie mistake. Fifteen year old girls might often be stupid enough to drink so much that they accidentally get smashed and need to apologize to people the next day, but my drunkenness is generally fully intended and therefore acceptable.

And so, Hickster and I ensured we had planned a big dinner before we headed to CDP's birthday drinks on Saturday night, knowing it would probably be pretty boozy. Eating before drinking isn't generally something we're great at, so we were quite proud of ourselves for being so responsible.

In what should probably have been a predictable turn of events, the dinner just gave us the ability to drink absolutely insane amounts of booze (we figure about 2 bottles of wine each, plus numerous tequila shots) and as a result we are all on Day 2 of our hangovers.

Thus, I have decided that I will not be drunk over the course of the next week. I won't rule out drinking altogether (I don't believe in detoxes and diets), but I'm curious to see if I can pull off just having a couple of drinks with dinner and heading home at a reasonable hour. Place your bets.