Tough Night of Training

I think it was somewhere between beer number one and beer number two that the night started to get blurry. You see, I work in an atmosphere where I have coworkers who are enablers (I don't deny that I'm one as well). So the bar manager never expects me to have drink tickets and instead without even asking pours tall drinks of scotch and bourbon for me. So now that things are in perspective, because beer number one and number two only came after scotch number one and bourbons one and two...all of which were somewhere between a triple and quadruple pour, you can understand how it started to blur.

So like I was saying between beers at Coco's the night started to get fuzzy. I know that my mind really knew I shouldn't make out with anyone at said event because they were my coworkers but my body certainly had other ideas (my mind won out for the record). My mind DID NOT win out in the "should I have another beer" category though and for that I looked like this this morning:

At some point in the evening (like the point when I was getting ready to go home) I realized I did not have my house keys. I proceeded to have a category A drunken freak out which lead one friend to believe I was totally psychotic. Thankfully he drove me home anyway since another friend so kindly said she'd house me for the night. I did get somewhat smart and call my housemate who's as big of a drunk as I am and thankfully he too was on his way home from the bar and so I was able to go home and do normal person things today like shower before going to work.

When I finally arrived at home I found my keys sitting on the chair where I had all my things to take with me for opening night. I guess I forgot them, nice work. Go team.

So I trained hard for Sara's birthday last night, just for the record, and managed to leave the bar in one piece and without making out with the one or two apprentices and otherwise that I had thought to myself "my my, I want to make out, you'll do."

So in that respect Amanda won the battle but I fear that Jack Daniels may have won the war.