It has been a week since my last post. That isn't what I am referring to in my title. I am referring to the fact that I still feel shitty about what happened this last weekend(or what I was told happened).
Saturday night had all the ingredients for a great night. We had some Rosie's pizza, a great band was playing at the bar, but I got drunk. Not fun drunk, but don't remember drunk. Worst part is it really doesn't affect me near as much as the others around me that are unfortunate enough to have to be either related to me or dating me. I literally hate when I drink that much. I read this blog once, and it was very well put. And this last weekend, I definitely didn't see the edge coming, and went right over it.
To make a long story short; I took too many shots, made a fool out of myself, threatened to walk home (I know, what a classic drunk move), broke my door handle at my house somehow, and last but what made me most ashamed was the disrespect shown towards my girlfriend, my father and his establishment. Not in a verbal way, but by getting so out of hand and making them have to worry about me. I honestly don't know the next time I'll go back there.
All of my friends keep telling me I am making a huge deal out of nothing. Saying that getting drunk happens. Another friend of mine said, " Yeah, it has been a while since I've been that drunk!" laughing.
That is the problem. 'It's been a while' is starting to happen far too often.
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