So my intention was to get a nice buzz going then walk over to the hotel where the party was being held. I am broke and there was a cash bar at the party. I figured it would only take a drink or 2 to maintain my buzz.
Well, I didn't quite make it. Apparently I am going good at being buzzed, not GETTING buzzed. The party started at 8 and I didn't start drinking till around 7, even though I wasn't going to get there till closer to 9. Feeling that I had fallen behind in my target of being buzzed, I over compensated. By the time I headed to the hotel, I was officially drunk. Buzzed was WAY behind me. In my defense, I hadn't eaten NEARLY enough and I had 3 drinks with the equivalent of 6 ounces of alcohol (vodka). I wasn't finished with the last one by the time I left so I poured it into a 16oz water bottle and drank it while I walked. I threw away the empty bottle when I got there.
The first thing I did was hit the buffet. By this time I KNEW I was drunk and I needed food. I ate some fruit and these really good beef and bean chimichangas. Actually, every time I walked passed the chimis, I ate one. They were really good and just what the doctor ordered for drinking. :)
Right off a met 2 ladies who were friends of another member of the group. They were funny and I spent a lot of the night talking to them.
For those of you who don't know, when I am drunk I am a social butterfly with tunnel vision. This means I will talk to anyone and everyone and only have the ability to concentrate on the person in front of me. I have NO IDEA what is going on around me. Oh yeah, this also means that I don't remember any one's names. Hey, at least I know my short comings! ;)
Anyway, I had been there for about an hour (I think), when one of the women asked me if I was drunk. I laughed and said "It took you this long to figure it out?" She said she just thought I was friendly and outgoing, like her. I said "I am, but I'm still drunk." I thought it was funny. She was nice enough, but became a Debbie Downer as the night went on.
I talked to a lot of people, male and female. I didn't find any "dating" material. Most of the men there were in their 40's and up. I am really starting to hope that the younger men start showing up soon.
After the party ended, I joined a bunch of people at an after party in a set of connecting rooms that belonged to a couple of people who are employed by the singles club. It was okay, but not great. Some of the people there were REALLY annoying.
I was going to just walk home, but it had gotten colder than the news said it would be, so I got a ride from a guy who I had been talking to for the last couple of hours. He is younger than me and clearly interested in the blond in the red dress who was older than me. So be it. At least he was nice and gave me a ride home. :) I got home around 2:30am.
Here is the part that will scare you. While at the party I had 2 more drinks (free pour) before midnight, a glass of sparkling wine at midnight, and "left over" sparking wine in the room. To make the math easy, we'll say I started drinking at 6pm and stopped at 2am. I had 8 ounces of vodka and another 6-10 of sparkling wine. I swear to you I was NOT hungover the next day. I only slept till 9am. I ran errands that morning, cleaned my kitchen and finally ate around 2pm, even though I had been complaining about being hunger for HOURS.
I have yet to decide if this is something to be proud of or not, but I will tell you this: LOTS of alcohol and beef with bean chimichangas combine to make the WORST flatulence you will EVER experience. :) TMI - I know.
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