I am sooooo embarrassed about last night. Here's why:

16:30: Post-meeting drinks. Two glasses of cosy Glühwein.

18:00: Meeting friend. Don't have much time to have a drink as we need to be somewhere at 19:00. Order a carafe anyway and drink two glasses of red wine in half an hour.

19:30: Fancy another drink. Have to be somewhere at 20:00. They don't have carafes and a bottle is cheaper than two glasses (I think. Even if it isn't, surely it's better value for money) so we order one. Drink two and a half glasses of wine in half an hour.

20:30: Call Stephen to see if he fancies a snog cos I'm walking past his house. Get to his place, go straight to the bathroom to be sick. Accidentally puke on his toilet mat. "Mon, are you puking?" "No..." I was. Decide to go home straight away, without a kiss. (Or did I inflict one upon you?)

21:00: Call friend to tell her I'm drunk and walking home, and that I love her. She tells me she's drunk on the ubhan, on the way to meet her friend at the airport.

21:15: Get home, head straight to the bathroom.

21:30: Wake up with head in the toilet. Phone rings. It's Stephen, asking if I made it home, if I feel okay and if I want him to come over. God no, I say. Don't want him to witness any more of this. Sweet, though.

22:00: Get up and have a glass of water.

23:00: Throw up water.

1:30: Friend texts me to say she's still drinking, and slowly dying.

5:00: I wake up. Guess I've had enough sleep. Check my emails. Have a horrible headache. Go back to bed.

9:15: Ahh, feel much better. Except for the feeling that I've done 500 sit-ups.

So unlike me. I went for one drink and all of a sudden, I realised I was drunk. I think I have some apologising, and perhaps some washing, to do today. Again, I am so embarrassed.

Love,

Mon xx