This passed weekend I apparently felt the need to have an 'epic drinking session'

Now let's define these epicisms..I hardly use the word simply because I'm the rebellious type and I hate to jump on the band wagon. When things are 'in style' they are only cool once everyone has dispersed from the band wagon...however..I'm going to explain to you how my weekend was in fact 'epic'

Normally when I am having a tiff with my ball and chain I try to creatively make him suffer which most men will agree that simply leaving is not really a punishment, but, since he wanted to go out then proceeded to pass out on the couch I decided I would go out without him...so I had a couple drinks poolside which led to a hop and skip to my bar where I met one of my friends. Drinks galore...:what better way to simmer down with a nice cold cape cod or chilled sea breeze? There was definitely a lot of simmering...3 drinks later we decided to blow that taco stand (and not in a literal since but that would have been 'epic') bar number 2 provided a decent environment of both political and deep discussion....not to mention 2 more drinks and a shot. (OUCH) I honestly think I'm too old for shots. In the words of the great Swinger..I cheerfully announced this place is dead anyway...which led to bar number 3...Yardhouse is an amazing chain restaurant/beer paradise that graciously awards young men with testosterone in a yard long glass. Uh...what a world we live in. Which is where I commandeered 4 extra strangers...I thought..what better way to show these tourist a good time? BARTENDER!! Shots please?! 2 rounds (one me of course) and a long island later we shut the place down. Thus concluding our shenanigans.
......wait
Did I say concluding? You didn't think it was going to end quickly and painlessly? Bar number 4 is a lovely Irish pub filled with many awesome individuals....what's that you say? Shots again? Yes sir! More shots.....somehow managed to lose my prisoners (tourists that I commandeered) and my friend...so instead of looking I decided I would wait by the front door and sit next to the bouncer. Ah..the two of us were great together, this gigantic Hawaiian man and I...bouncing the **** out of people. I proceeded to check IDs..lending a hand is always good. At this point I can only assume that I was a hot mess since the next drink placed in my hand tasted very much like water...on the rocks..definitely shaken, not stirred. At some point my awesome ball and chain whom I once again loved decided that it would be a good time to escort me back home. 45 minutes later we made it home from the 2 block stretch. (yes I said 2 blocks which apparently = 45 minutes) i never was a how fast is the train traveling kinda gal but I guess when your traveling at the speed of a snail...staggering..can you imagine? A staggering snail..aaahhh..sorry. Anywho..making friends with strangers along the way I guess that could take a 2 block trip a little longer than anticipated. This much of the night I can only remember clips....such as threatening, and I stress THREATENING to piss my pants if my boyfriend didn't leave me alone. Granted a douche would have called me on it and dared me to do so since technically it would have been I who would pay the price. Somehow managing to get me home I then legitametly sat on the bed...and cried as a 2 year old would screaming I WANT MY MAMI!!! Which has NOW concluded my epic night with one last scream for my mami, slouching, and passing out.

Definition of epic = spending over $150 on drinks

cheers fellow AA members.

Last time I drank, I ended up in the psych ward on a police hold. I almost got in a fight with someone I knew there, so I told the doctor I needed to leave, they tried to say I would spend the weekend in jail, but the judge saw me immediately and I was placed on house arrest until everything was done in court.

I got six months house arrest, 3 days DIP, 1 year D/L Suspension, 1 year probation, 1 year drug and alcohol counseling.

I totaled my car as well as hit three other cars.

I guess I was fighting with the police as well.

Of course there was more than just alcohol involved though.

hope you enjoyed it and the subsequent Hangover and Remorse!

Passing out and coming to has changed since I have worked on alcoholism and have lapsed on workaholism. But no hangovers with workaholism. So far it has been a good substitution technique with monetary rewards.

I got all hopped on party likker one night and decided I was gonna go home. Somewhere along the way I stole a bike and woke up in a park, half of my body was on the grass and the other in the parking lot and I was still straddling the bike. I had 7 packs of cigarettes in various forms of condition, a bra with holes cut out of the cups around my face and a pair of women's panties on my head.

I forgot to mention that the park was about 2 miles the opposite direction of where I lived.