Now I'm usually very good in the week. I love my job and I'm always very busy so despite having the odd 'off day' I try to ensure I'm firing on all cylinders. The weekend is when I let my hair down. I don't care how late I go to bed or whether I've had my daily fruit and veg intake, I never set an alarm and if I sleep till noon, big deal! Its not uncommon for me to stay in my PJs till late afternoon and if I want to watch hours of crap on the telly, so be it. Its the weekend and I'll do as I please, when I please!
Last night however I thought 'what the hell', I'm joining the girls for Vodka Thursday and I'm having cocktails....lots of cocktails.
Eight cocktails later and I was feeling a little worse for wear. Sometime into the evening I decided to bypass having actual food and opted for the cocktails containing fruit - as if somehow I'd get all the nutritional value I needed from a vodka soaked strawberry and a slice of lime (I call it a liquid diet)! The night progressed to shots and then it all gets hazy! The last thing I remember was 'trying to dance' and then practically rolling down the hill home (it seemed easier than walking!). Sadly at the bottom of the hill was a bush...that I landed in.
I woke up the next morning, in the previous nights clothes, with twigs in my hair and an open hip wound that was nothing short of nasty! I managed to walk to work - its amazing how much alcohol deludes you into thinking a 30 minutes brisk walk is actually just a 10 minute stroll round the corner.
Walking into work I was suddenly faced with a grim reality.....I'm still drunk...and have 9 hours of responsible work to do. Oh god! Lucozade didn't help, neither did the bacon roll and litre of water - and walking into that door frame really didn't make things easier! Somehow I managed to make it through the day and as the hangover hit, so did the pain from my tumble!
Now as lessons go, this was a pretty hard one. My hip now has a lovely 'twig' shaped scar but alcohol is now purely kept sacred for the weekend (minus the odd glass of wine rather than the whole bottle!). The things I could do when I was in my early twenties are becoming a thing of the past, but I'm not too bitter about it...really. So I can't have mid-week 'benders' like I used to, so what? I didn't have a job in my early twenties that I enjoyed getting up for in the morning, my job was purely the way to fund my nights out but after a while that novelty does wear off.
So instead I've struck a balance. My drunken fun nights out are kept for the weekend rather than 'school nights' but I'm a grown up - so if I want to stay in bed all day on Sunday watching trashing TV with a hangover then big deal..... I have my own home and no one to answer to...so nerrrrr!
Ooh, its Friday night, what am I doing writing a blog, I'm off for some wine. The whole bottle in fact!
