drunk again

I didn't mean to. I mean all I had was one Cosmopolitan, some beer and a half a bottle of Concha d'Toro Shiraz wine. Ummmm and then there was a few hits of that goddamn killer bud that my host had. Goddamn, that was some lethal shit!
So, I wander the streets of the east village hoping that I get home safely and that I don't run into anybody I knew because I was more wasted than I have been in over twenty years! I still don't know how I made it home. God truly does watch over me because the way I was weaving and wobbling, I should've been road kill on Avenue A last night.

I made it to McDonalds and ate truly foul food from the dollar menu and then I sat on the curb next to a rather romantic couple and watching the skaters in Union Square. I doff off the lid to my soda and puke in the cup. I guess everybody saw it. I didn't care, because puking meant I wouldn't get so stoned and really fucked up because I was ridding my body of the excess damage.
Tonight, I am sober, not even a beer. I ran into a person at synagogue tonight for Selichot services and he's a friend of Bill's. He suggested that I go back to AA. Well, ummm, in other news, despite the hangover, I did all my laundry today and I didn't call the ex boyfriend in a drunken rage.
I would like to think that I am done with drinking but I passed a Mexican restaurant tonight and the Margaritas looked good. I"m going to bed now, Lets hear your drunken stories.

Purrrrrr!!!!!!!!