"Trying to connect the dots, don't know what to tell my boss."
- Katy Perry, Last Friday Night
Saturday night was our first staff party - the one my coworkers and I have been talking about having since before Christmas. I drank too much without realising it, and the whole party is a blur. I remember a few things, but not as much as I would like. I have to start work in an hour and a half and I don't even know if I'm ready to face everybody. I don't have a choice at all, but even if I did, I'd rather just go in and get the first round of teasing over with.
One good thing came out of the party: my favourite drunk text ever. All it said was "Penayt butter". I sent it to my boss. He was supposed to come to the party but he never showed up.
Something I feel really awful about is letting a guy drive home. I made sure all of the girls were all right, but I let him drink, knowing he was going to drive home. If anything had happened, I could never forgive myself.
I'm not going to drink at all for a while. I thought I knew my limit, but it has been made very clear to me that I don't. If I have one drink, I'll think it's OK to have a few more - I know myself. So I'm going to swear off drinking entirely. I'll start by saying this is for one month, so I have a concrete goal. I am not going to drink again until at least April 28.
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