First Day off, not what I expect

So, today I felt so nice, waking up knowing I reached a goal.   That's a very important thing in life.  That's why I made mine attainable.   It was going to be a good day.  Another day off of work.  Get some business taken care of, a little shopping taken care of, and maybe see some friends at the coffee shop.

What's this?  I wake up a little late (1:15pm) and already I have FOUR TEXTS asking where I am drinking tonight.  Shit people!  You act like you know me!  (You are totally right, it was one of the first thoughts that went through my head: Should I keep this up?)  lol.

I sit around all lazy like, eating a classic Dee lunch: Chicken Noodle soup from a can, microwaved, with Schnucks brand oyster crackers.  (I'm an interesting little chica, no?)  I get the word that coffee time is on and sit there with Joni and Spencer for 2 or 3 hours.  "So, Joni, Spence, either of you want to go next door and grab a glass?" "Oh, I'm still on the wagon" says Joni, and Spence politely declines as well. 

So.

So I go next door, I KNOW THE OWNER AND THE STAFF SO I DIDNT GO ALONE (kind of), and choose my perfect 15th day drink.  A lovely 6 oz pour of a 2008 Siduri Pinot Noir from the Sonoma Valley.  MMMMMMMMMMM

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MMMMMMMMMM  It was good.

I did sit there, with water too, knowing that 2 of the 6 ounces would give me a buzz.  AND IT DID.   Really.  Light weight bitch here.  I got another half pour, and actually had to leave half of that on the bar. 

Then I had to go home and sit and think about what I had done, and realize I was too buzzed to even drive to the Hampton Target!  WOW drinking is not good for me!

I honestly felt partially ashamed-- like why did I have to drink?  Part was in celebration.  Couldn't I have had a nice cheesecake at the Chocolate Bar instead?  No my ass had to startle my system with dry red wine.

So after I sobered up a little I go to Target.  I don't feel like doing ANYTHING.  I'm still feeling buzzed, and say fuck it to going grocery shopping afterward, so I just get "target food" aka "shit packaged with preservatives food" to tidy me over til Sunday. 

I drug my ass up my steps with a 20lb dog food bag in one hand, and my keys and 7 bags of the "god knows what cost me $100 at Target" in the other hand. 

I make a pizza, relax, watch a little Sex in the City season 2 with my pups on my lap, and calm down. 

Am I happy I drank tonight?  Honestly I wish I hadn't.  I did what I hope to do WHEN I drink: Have one or two in a longer period of time, while having great conversations, and have a lot of water. 

I came out of this challenge knowing what I want now.  Laid back, "one or two" kind of nights, when invited.  Not "because I'm bored" like today.  I didn't feel good after that.  I was still bored after I left. 

Here goes: I'm going to be a changed woman.  Determined.  Even though Kristen told me today "Better get your tolerance back up in time for MU homecoming bitch."  LOL

Gotta love my friends!

p.s. I think I'm actually hungover now from that fucking 8 ounces of wine, at 3am.  >:(