My boyfriend and I have decided to start our own business. We’re venturing out into the world of entrepreneurial bliss, complete and total creative freedom and the opportunity to be in charge of our lives entirely. We’re working with a few friends on this because we just happen to have some wildly creative and genius people in our camp. So last night we had a little meeting, if you will, a gathering of girls (and guy) to go over some last little details and get this thing rolling! Well, as you can imagine by my headline, things got a little loose as the night went on and now today I’m slightly suffering for my irresponsibility.
The thing is though, I really like to drink. I’m not an alcoholic, but rather a social sipper, the only problem is, is that I don’t just sip on one or two cocktails and then call it a night like any normal working professional would do who had to be up early the next morning; no, instead I polish off the last few beers that are left in the fridge, catch a buzz, and then go for whatever I can find which, in this case, happened to be a half empty jug of Sangria (obviously, empty now…). At the time it seemed like a great idea, I wasn’t feeling overly intoxicated, I was just frisky enough to be enjoying my own company and to be crunching out design ideas for almost 4 hours with my colleagues. Not that this wouldn’t have been a blast regardless of whether or not alcohol was involved, because I love what we’re doing, but the added influence of good seasonal beer and fruity Sangria just made it even better. We had the tunes going, the TV on, the computer all fired up – we were having ourselves a little party and with all the commotion and outside energy flowing in we managed to come up with some really cool shit. But now, now that I’m sitting at my desk on this cold, rainy and all around crappy day, writing this column, writing about this because I got too loaded last night to come up with anything other than this that might seem mildly interesting and entertaining to readers, I’m regretting my on-the-fly decision last night to act like it was a Saturday and get hammered.
I’m cold, I’m grumpy, I’m tired as all hell, I look like crap, I have a full day of work ahead of me, I have to leave for a bachelorette party in Atlantic City in about 8 hours (where I will, presumably, continue this irrational and irresponsible behavior and proceed to get doubly hammered for an extended period of two days), I have so much to do for my company, I’m super hungry and contemplating skipping out of here for a quick bagel run to soak up the left over alcohol in my stomach, and I really don’t want to do anything but crawl back into bed and sleep away the pain.
You would think, after all I just said, that I would learn from this ridiculous behavior and this never-ending hangover, but alas, as we all know, I’ll do it again…and again, and again, and again pretty much forever until I die, because as I said in the beginning of this column, I like to drink. It’s funny though, because I’m not usually the type to behave so badly during the week, but for some reason last night I just threw my impending morning hangover out the window and got a little crazy!
I feel bad for my co-workers, though, because now, I’m hung-over, I’m tired, I’m starving and I’m just in a grumpy, frumpy mood. I will not, however, let this affect my productivity for the day, I’ve only been here for about an hour and I’ve already gotten a sizeable amount of work done, but I do see my self dragging my feet and keeping my hood pulled over my head all day in an attempt to block the outside world from reaching me. I wish there was a cure for a hangover, some kind of pill or special drink that you could take in the beginning or at the end of the night to deter the inevitable feeling of shit the next day. Although, if something like this were to exist, would all the world be a mass group of stumbling, mumbling drunken morons each and every day because the harsh effects of alcohol will no longer be a problem? I wonder…
As of now, though, this magic little pill, this deliciously genius drink does not exist. So I, and everyone else who acts with complete and utter stupidity on Thursday nights (or any other night of the week that suits you), will have to suffer the consequences. We will though, even with the knowledge of what is to be endured the next day, continue on this path of being young, reckless and drunk, probably until it just isn’t fun anymore…I don’t see that day coming any time soon so until then, another beer anyone?
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