So the streak is over. I drank last night. To commemorate the inauguration, my lady friend was having people over. It was suppose to be a gala or ball but I didn't pimp myself out; just the usual jeans/button-up combo.
I thought long and hard about whether I should drink or not. I caved. I thought since this is truly a special day that I should make a special circumstance. After smoking a blunt to the face, I decided to stop by the store and pick up a 6-pack of Grolsch. Once I got to the place I noticed all the girls were wearing gowns but all the dudes were wearing something similar to what I had on. Funny. I make my rounds, greeting everybody with hugs and kisses. The girls ask me what am I doing without a tux and bow-tie and I made some remark about how Obama's president and I don't have to listen to their **** anymore. After a few laughs I put the beers to cool outside and start popping bottles of champagne. After giving a toast, I break my promise.
The party went ahead as usual with me making fun of every girl in the place one by one. It was overall a pretty good party; lot's of dancing and funny conversations. It starts to get a little late, maybe around 1 or so and someone puts on Borat. I haven't seen that in years, so I'm laughing my ass off. To add to it, my friend tells me she's russian, but she was born in Khazakistan. I start laughing even harder. Anyway, the movie rolls on and I'm chilling on the couch drinking the last of my beers and I'm pretty drunk. I start to get close with this girl, letting her lay on my chest, and I ask her if she has a place for me to sleep and she says I can sleep in her bed. Tight. So I walk up to her room and get real comfortable expecting her to come in later for some sexy time. As soon as I jump on the bed.....
I pass out; almost immediately.
I wake up to my arm numb and my wifebeater off. She was laying on my shoulder in nothing but her panties. I immediately check if I have my boxer-briefs on. Sadly, I do. But I still smell Dr. Bambino just to see if something popped off........it didn't. Normally, I would have woke her up for some morning delight but I felt really nauseous and I had a horrible headache. Ugh...Where is my weed when I need it!
It's 8:30 and I have to be at work in an hour and a half, so I gather my things and head home. Once there, I run through my morning ritual and start to feel better...........what a shitty way to end a night.
I blame this completely on getting drunk. Never again will I drink. Not even for my birthday.