These past four days have been out of fucking control. I am reminded that I am not 22 anymore and cannot be doing this shit on the regular. Thursday night was our holiday party - it was fun! Vest and I split a bottle of wine at my house, then met the work girls for drinks at Raven. Then we all hit up the party. It was a good time - drinking, dancing, an ice luge, acrobats, snapchatting - I didn't even drink that much, but I didn't have any food, so I was a hot mess. I came home, cooked a bunch of eggs and ate them in front of my Christmas tree and then passed out. My life is sad lulz.
Friday, I could not move. It was the worst hangover of my life. I was in so much pain and there was no way I was going to work. Headache, stomachache - hell, my motherfucking FACE hurt. It was tragic. I overslept and missed a meeting. I had a dream about missing the meeting. I could do no things that whole entire day. Aging is real, y'all. Then, Saturday was gay brunch. SO much fun as usual! We tried a new place, Monsieur Benjamin, and it was lovely yummy goodness. After brunch, I was going to go home and be good and take a nap, but that all got flushed down the drain when two of my friends texted and were like - COME PLAY BINGO! I figured I could still take a nap, but then their request was - come over to Life Coach's house now and let's drink and play Sorry. Because I can't say no, I ventured out to play with them. Wine and watching TV at LC's house turned into bingo, where we fucking dominated! I won round one and got a top shelf Long Island iced tea (mind you, this was after two pint glasses of whiskey gingers). There was a jello shot involved and a shot of fireball that I can barely recall. Then we won Round 3, which is the $50 bar tab round. I was lowkey wasted and it wasn't even 8pm. Eventually, I Ubered home where I proceeded to order a Postmates burrito delivery from the car. I came home and faceplanted in my bed, only to be awoken by my bell ringing and the burrito. Eating it was like seeing the face of God, no fucking lie. Then I passed out.
Today, I simply could not. I canceled on brunch and I canceled on a party in Oakland. Major flakage. I napped forever and could only really get out of bed to get my prescription so I can stop being delinquent with my pills. So yes, me and alcohol are going to have an arm's length relationship for a little bit. I think it's for the best if we see other people - at least until my Christmas party on Friday.
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