I went out last night and got hammered. Which hasn't happened in a very, very long time. What started out as a nice, innocent dinner with people from work -- a treat from two very fun VPs who are in town this week -- somehow evolved into a 6-hour food- and drinkfest. My first taste of a kamikaze was also my last in a long line of drinks (These food people and their wine pairings! Plus cocktails before the meal and an aperitif after, and shots downed first thing after entering a bar). It was at that point that my boss tried to put me in a cab. Even though I knew I was pretty far gone, I valiantly resisted. He finally let me leave when a coworker invited me to crash at her place, which was nearby. But I told her thanks and goodbye, and headed to my car. I shut my eyes for 10 dizzy minutes, then pushed off slowly and carefully.
The idea of leaving my car behind, even though my boss offered to park it at his hotel, was really unappealing. I am so car-dependent. A new adjective: cardependent.
Definitely not promoting this kind of behavior. In the future, I promise to switch to water well before the end of the evening, like a responsible adult. In any case, I'm being punished for overindulging because I woke up at 4:30 this morning and was unable to fall back asleep. So I made myself a bowl of noodles, which did not turn out that well. (Sorry, noodles.) I'm gonna be a zombie today. This is not good, because I have a meeting to negotiate a pay raise in a couple of hours.
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