god knows when you've been drinking

due to gallbladder issues, i've been off of the sauce for a good few months. not that i'm a complete lush or anything, but i have been known to drink on more than on occasion. 3pm is a timeframe usually reserved for football kickoffs or dismissal of middle school. for me, the hour marked when i sipped my first drink yesterday. ordinarily this wouldn't be an issue. do a little bit o day drinking an move into the evening with a slow and steady progression. this would keep me awake - and with enough time i would hopefully forget that i was supposed to be going to a club at midnight. that's right - midnight. usually by that time i'm either halfway home or plotting my exit. we're talking midnight arrival - not departure. also keep in mind folks that i've been off the sauce for a few months. 2 drinks turned into 4 at the garden, and there i was getting ready to go to a friend's birthday party at a club in the city. i put on a dress and some leggings (yep - i said leggings) and took my tipsy self to the club. (i drank another 2 mixed drinks in between the garden and the bar). in my mind i should have gotten out of the club appearance for intoxication, but my BAC didn't do anything to keep me from hitting the velvet ropes. by the time we got to the club, i had enough of the bar scene. the alcohol had saturated my system, and i was ready to go to bed. after a few solid years of knowing my drinking limits, i no longer pretend that i can move past this limit into anything other than bedtime. i dutifully said my hellos to all at the club and promptly pretended i had to go to the bathroom. immediately i made a beeline to the exit, hopped in a cab, and made it safely to my bed prior to midnight. this is why i don't go to the clubs. the psychological prospect of having to go causes me to overmedicate. it's best in the future if i stick to dive bars and t-shirts and jeans, and i think my liver will agree. as a punishment, i was blessed with the worst hangover i've had in years. combination of cranberries, beer, and rain. god's perfect storm of gluttony, guilt, and grain products.