My second mistake was ordering Makers on the rocks and then pouring it down my throat in record time. Then, it turned out that one of our other coworkers was there with his friends for a guy's night out, so we started hanging out with them. Spent a lot of time talking to this one guy who lived in Israel for a little bit and seems like a genuinely interesting person - he's a lawyer, but it sounds like his job is a ton of fun and it was really nice to talk to him. I then proceeded to get blind drunk after he bought me a whiskey sour and then another shot of whiskey. To cap off the evening, I ordered a Long Island Iced Tea in homage to my homeland. Third mistake.
I don't even really remember getting home. My one co-worker was chatting it up with some guy, so my friend and I grabbed her keys to go get our stuff and then called a car to go home, but I cannot remember the ride back. I just remember feeling dizzy as we went over the hills of San Francisco and trying to will myself not to vomit. I kept thinking I would just puke in my purse if it came down to that, but thankfully I was able to make it home with all the contents of my stomach intact. After praying to the porcelain gods for some amount of time, I guess I got into bed. I woke up this morning feeling like death, fully clothed and barely able to move. Not my finest hour. Morning run to the store for fluids and then I made myself a ridiculously large amount of pasta af 9am Pacific Time.
I am a hot mess. I'm also going out tonight, but I don't know if I have it in me to even drink a drop of alcohol. God help me!