You know you're in trouble when two days after the company holiday party, people are still coming up to you with a knowing smile, saying "How was your night?"
As you can tell by the lack of posts yesterday, I didn't come into work. That's because I woke up yesterday still drunk. I called in to work at 7 AM and my message to my boss was simple: "I won't be in today. Bye." Then I fell back asleep.
1 PM in the afternoon I wake up and am still drunk. I go to the kitchen to get some water, and I find that my clothes and things are all over the living room. I must've closed the door, taken off all my garb right there, and passed out in my bed. But how did I get home? Still can't remember.
But slowly images of the past evening waft past me. Four Long Island Iced Teas. A glass of red wine. A cigarette. A tequila sunset. And this is all at the company dinner. But I remember going somewhere else after the dinner ended. There were a lot of people, pictures being taken, and I think I lost my purse and/or car somewhere along the way. When I go to the mirror I also can tell that I've been sobbing uncontrollably.
What the hell happened that night? Today at work people are giving me looks... sympathetic, knowing, smirky... I guess I've been paired off with a couple different guys that work here in the rumor mill. All I'm doing today is rumor-control. You'd think with all that I drank I should have hooked up with someone. Unfortunately, this is not the case.
More to come as the memories flood in.