six years

dear readers,

there are some things that should be noted about my drinking habits.

a) they are fairly sporadic. i am not a drinker. it's just nothing something i have put my heart and soul into since high school.

b) i am a CHEAP drunk. 4 beers and i am embarassing.

c) i have not puked as a result of overconsumption since my 18th birthday. for those of you who are counting that's slightly more than 6 years and 5 weeks.

until last night.

it has now been eight hours since i puked from over consumption and in my cheap-ass case all it takes to make me puke is a pitcher...apparently that isn't a lot.

it had been a while since i'd seen charles so we decided to go for drinks last night. usually that means a couple of beers. when i arrived there was already a pitcher on the table. i miss charles and he's one of the few people i don't mind 'talking shop' with. so we drink and chat about our 'art' and be all pretentious. which is extra funny because we're at garneau pub so pretense is extra pretentious there...an hour or so into things and we're on our second pitcher when tara arrives. tara is awesome! her and charles used to work together at julio's so they talked about that for a while and to fend off my boredom i just drank and drank and drank. i was feeling ok.

we left at one and garneau is three straight blocks from my house. if you walk east three blocks and never turn you will find my house. it took me 25 minutes to walk home.

i came home, passed out and 3 hours later i woke up and puked for a long time. it was bad. i didn't cry like i usually do but i wanted to. i also wanted my mom.

i am not at work today! my body hates me this afternoon so i will do some work and some laundry and chillaxe.

or whine on the couch...whatever takes less effort.

m.