Never, ever utter the words “Can I have a double vodka and Diet Coke in a tall glass” at the beginning of a night out. Sure, you say you’ll drink it slowly and show restraint for the rest of the night …
And then you find yourself puking your guts up in your bathroom at 11pm on a Monday night with no-one to hold your hair out of it because, that’s right, you’re separated from your husband and it’s his night with the kids (well, that bit was actually a good thing in the circumstances).
You’d think at age 45 I’d have learned a few things about responsible alcohol consumption, but nooooooo.
I feel REVOLTING this morning. No pilates class for me. I want to puke again at the mere thought of planking.
So much for increasing my iron intake with a $5 steak at the pub. Do you think any of it got to my blood stream before I started hurling?
I’ve already sent an inadequate apology to the poor man who had to listen to my increasingly incoherent rantings and pile me into a cab at the end of the night.
Oh, the shame …
And now, when the Panamax kicks in, I have to walk 25 minutes to collect my car from the bus stop where I left it yesterday afternoon.
Joy.
Got any one-too-many stories to make me feel better about mine?
housegoeshome 
i’ll give you a lift to your car after school drop off if you like.
Thx but am already wobbling to car – is in no parking zone outside school!
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This will make you feel better….last week I finally went out to “check out the small bars” that have blossomed while I am at home with 3 small kids. Well off I went with 2 girlfriends…5 hours later and way too many wines…I vaguely remember getting in to a taxi. By the time it drove home I could not remember how to speak! I was so incoherent that I got my license out to show/point the taxi driver to my address. All class. I am 43 so I figure I am just a touch younger than you…so still have some growing up to do! Ha.
Ouch I am so glad I’m not alone, Jess