like everyone else, I’m “never drinking again”

I’m sure I wont be the only one blogging this phrase “I’m never drinking again” so soon after new years. It appears terribly cliche, but around the world me and countless other women mean it! Well for now we do.

At the moment I feel more shame and humiliation than I thought I knew was possible (for me). I started drinking by myself at a bar at about 5:30pm new years eve in my desperate attempt to not go home to my roommate and her boyfriend who were somewhat determined that I should tag along with them and not stay in the apartment by myself getting wasted on a bottle of wine and sobbing under my bed.

My other single girlfriends had oh so cleverly escaped this fate by going out and finding dates for the evening, I apparently thought myself too independent and awesome for that. Because clearly drinking at a bar by yourself is just the epitome of cool.

So as I was trying to get drunk as quickly as possible when it was barely six pm at a random bar, he walks in. Six feet something, polite and well dressed and SCOTTISH. My thoughts: ooo jackpot.

It really is unfortunate that I do not remember more of our time together because in about three hours from this time I had blacked out. Six gin and tonics can do that to you.

Most unfortunate is that part of this blackout occurred while I was at a bar where I actually knew people. The owner, bartenders, bouncers, everyone. Apparently I suggested to the Scot that we go to this bar where I knew people. If I could go back in time and cuss out my drunken self I would. Apparently at not even 9:15pm I basically mounted the Scot as we were sitting at the bar, in front of all these people I know, and basically never came up for air until we left. The bartender laughingly told me the next day that my feet were practically on the bar as me and the Scot were lost in our passions.

Just picturing this reminds me of just how not hungry I feel right now. Now do not worry, for everything has turned out all right and I made it home safely due to my companions realization of my level of drunkenness, no advantage was taken of me and for that I have to be thankful.

Scot has texted me a few times since, his last text basically stating that I have a drinking problem. My response, had I actually cared enough to respond, would probably have said something to the extent of listen here Scotty, I’m single on New Years Eve and I can’t even get my girlfriends to go out with me, the only proper solution is to be drunk.

For some reason I had figured that being independent on this night was somehow better than admitting I didn’t want to be alone. How I wish I had said “I’ll be there soon” when my roommate called and asked if I would be home soon so me her and her boyfriend could leave for the party. Instead I chose independence, some horrible memories that I don’t remember, and a hangover that was so terrible that I nearly dumped all the alcohol in my apartment in the toilet.

Ladies, independence is admirable but not always the best way to spend your new years. Celebrate new years with people you care about and not those that you will later have to try to forget. Because it’s not nearly as fun to say “I’m never drinking again” unless you have a friend by your side saying the same.

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