Never, ever let anyone refill your glass. Because if you do, you will have no idea what they refill it with or how much you have actually drunk!!!!
That about sums it up. Okay, so Friday night I was in sweats and a t-shirt, looking oh so not good!!! And my husband's coworker calls us up and says.........Happy Hour!!! So the next thing you know, we are changing clothes, grabbing the kids, and heading 30 minutes away for freaking happy hour. And I look like crap and I have not eaten.
So we get there and the wife is Italian. They have a ton of people I don't know there. They have a ton of food. And I'm not paying the least bit attention to how much she is refilling my glass or what she is refilling it with. I talk a lot. We've all established that already. Well, I didn't know these people. And it didn't matter one bit to me. I kept going on and on and on. And drinking god knows what, and well, not eating a thing.
And it gets better, people.
I had nothing to wear. I've lost so much weight, nothing fits. So I go digging through my old clothes and find an old pair of jeans. They fit. They have to be from the 90's, but they fit. So I add a cute sweater and no one evens notices. Until.... they start refilling my glass. I go to the bathroom and discover......I'm wearing my freaking husband's jeans. I went on and on about how I was wearing my hubby's jeans and wasn't it hysterical. They weren't laughing, so maybe not. But I didn't care.
And then we got in the car, and OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I puked all the way home. I was moaning so loud, my middle son thought I was dying. I woke up in my oldest son's bed. Don't know how I got there. Thank God he was staying at a friend's house. Anyway, I told them lesson learned. this is what happens when you drink too much without enough food. Ugh!!!! Yeah, they were all pretty scared. Poor babies.
I was in agony the next day, but I managed to make it to my chapter meeting for writers.
God, I thought I was beyond those days, but I will definitely watch who's filling my drink from now on!!!!