Often I have heard it said that discretion is the better part of valor. As far as I'm aware, I've never been accused of being either discreet or valorous. And so I confess to you that I am home and I am semi-drunk, and I did not get semi-drunk at home. Of course that means I had to drive semi-drunk to get home.
It started out innocently enough; my son's girlfriend's birthday is tomorrow, and our favorite restaurant didn't have any opening for tomorrow night, so we made a reservation for tonight instead. This is an upscale restaurant where we celebrate many special events. And they make a mean martini. It turned out tonight was ladies' night. Drinks were half-price all night. When we go there, I usually have two or three martinis. Tonight I had four. Or maybe I had three. I'm pretty sure it was four. We had a lovely meal and a long walk on the beach afterwards, but still as I got home I was stumbling, which probably means I shouldn't have been driving. I feel like the worst kind of hypocrite, having spent four years on the board of a teen safe driving non-profit. Indeed, before I went out, I was on the phone with three different non-profits setting up dates for my volunteer group to work. I am feeling like a truly shitty person.
On the other hand, I made it home safely (thank God, especially that I didn't hurt anyone else). I should have had more to eat today and I should have hydrated. I worked half a day and had a vicious headache all day. My son and his girlfriend drank lighter than I did and both were concerned about me. I'm guessing that the beach walk helped. Anyway, I apologize if I'm oversharing, but this is the only thing on my mind at the moment. The last time I found myself in a similar situation was probably at least thirty years ago. It will take a long time for me to forgive myself this transgression. I hope you don't mind being my confessional.
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