Ugh, how could I get that messed up on that little alcohol. I wonder if emotional distress doesn't twist our bodies around in ways we don't normally think about.
I called Mom and she came and watched the kids and I went out drinking and having fun and somewhere between the beginning and the end I had I think 4 shots of tequila and 3 beers. I ended the night slumped over in a booth sick. Sitting on the bench out front with my head in my hands. Ferried to the eating establishment where I sat at the table with my head in my hands. Then back to get my car and off to my friend's friend's house for a couple of hours of sleep and detox until I was able to drive home.
7 drinks in 3 hours just doesn't seem like that much, but, in either case, I'm swearing off alcoholic beverages for the forseeable future. Maybe if I ever have a nice dinner date, I'll have a glass of wine, but, no more drinking at the bar. Ugh.
I don't suppose that has anything to do with DBing, but, you all are friends and this way, you all know that I'm still alive and kicking and that's a good thing too.
Going to talk to the W today. She is bringing over the goldfish for my son's birthday and to get it set up. I feel like I have to ask one last time if we really are so screwed up that we can't fix things and find a way to reconnect on the same path. Probably not, but, it certainly can't hurt to ask.
