7 glasses of wine + empty stomach = bad idea

Ugh. Some random thoughts as I sit here, nursing my hangover...

I love my coworkers, but I think that if I work with them much longer, I will become an alcoholic. I had no idea that happy hours and non profits go hand in hand. For example, my coworkers have instituted a weekly Friday wine hour where we all stop work at 4 pm and get together in the conference room for wine and sometimes cheese. I just drink too much with my coworkers. Drinking is somehow embedded in our worklife. It's definitely encouraged. Empty wine glasses are frowned upon during wine hour. Yesterday, despite the fact that we were all getting together after work at the President's house for B's going away party, we still had our 4 pm wine time.

Lunch was an unsuccessful endeavor for me on Friday. J suggested that we get Vietnamese in G-town. My intention was to get a nice Subway sandwich with 6 grams of fat or less. I decided to go with J and I picked up some rolls. Took them back into the office and began to eat. I took one bite of the already greasy looking roll and I was disgusted. The roll tasted fine. However, it was full of grease and the remainder of the roll was leaking it. J says, "Isn't it good?" I'm like, "It's greasy." J says, "I know, but so good." I gave the rest of my lunch to S and didn't have time to run to Subway.

Which was a big mistake. I should've eaten something. Instead I proceeded to drink without anything in my belly to absorb the alcohol. I'm 27 years old for crying out loud. I should know to eat before drinking.

At the party, I picked at some snacks and stuff but didn't eat anything substantial. I DID drink though. After my two glasses of wine at work, I then drank 5 more over the course of the night. By 10 pm, I was ready to pass out. By that time, my coworkers had begun to eye me with sympathy. B says, "Really? You're drunk? Because you're hiding it really well." I was comsumed by my overwhelming desire to sleep, but they were probably expecting me to start dancing on tables (which I've done many times while drunk...but not in front of my coworkers).

Jesse and I shared a cab with A and her boo. I barely remember the trip. I do remember A asking me repeatedly, "Are you ok?" At some point during the cab ride, I do pass out. Jesse and I get out of the cab and start walked towards the car when I feel it. That powerfully debilitating feeling of dread at the pit of my stomach. Immediately, I know. I'm gonna be sick.

I did the most embarassing thing that I've ever done during my relationship with Jesse. I got sick in the bathroom. With Jesse right outside. Ugh. I'm never gonna drink this much again.

Who am I kidding???? I probably will drink this much again. However, I will remember to eat something before hand.