Really Hangin

"I'm never drinking again!" Yup, those were the first words out of my mouth this morning. I'm pretty sure that at this point I could say that maybe get balls to the wall plastered last night was not one of my finer ideas. In theory it sounded good. I did the normal, "I'm not going to drink a lot tonight when we go out," song and dance. Then I arrived at the Irish Pub. I was with a group of my husband's friends and I was the only female in the group...no surprise there. In my defense I was feeling a little uncomfortable, so what do we all do when we're uncomfortable at a bar....WE DRINK MORE. After several Bacardi's I started to loosen up and have a nice time. I ordered several shots, drank a few more mixed drinks, switched to beer, had a few more shots, and then at some point I decided to order some greasy bar food...did I mention that I'm on a health kick right now? Bar food is not exactly the picture of "healthy food." Anyway, to make a long story short, this morning came way too quick. 7 AM came with a vengeance. I dragged myself off the couch...I don't remember winding up on the couch either...I looked around the house and surveyed the damage. Clothes laying around, empty beer bottles, empty Whataburger bags...crap, I ate more junk. Anyway, I went to the bathroom looked at my face, yep didn't wash that before I passed out...total raccoon eyes, crazy rat hair, and baggy eyes. I had a headache the size of Texas, and odd bump on my head...no tellin what I ran into, and my legs were sore. I have no memory of leaving the bar either. I wondered to myself if I took a cab. Went and checked the garage, my car was inside. Hmmm...who drove? That thought aside, I manged to take a quick shower and rush out of the house and make it to work on time. I've still got a headache, my thoughts are hazy, and I'm up to my elbows with work that needs to be done. I have to wonder what Greek philosopher came up with the phrase, "things could be worse?" I'd like to know if he was hungover from binge drinking and knocking on deaths door when he came up with that phase. Maybe I'm being a little melodramatic right now, but I'm serious...this is the worst hangover I've had since I can remember. I'm never drinking again!