Friday, September 14, 2007
Hangover Makes Me Wish Someone Would Come Here and Kill Me
Perhaps because of my pissy mood yesterday, I went out and got hammered last night. Now I have been quite proud of myself since my marriage broke up: I have only been seriously drunk once, and it was a doozy. Vomiting into my wastebasket while weeping into the phone to my ex about a month after he left. Such a proud moment.
Perhaps because of that painful memory, I had avoided liquor and especially wine in large quantities ever since. I won't say I haven't been tipsy, but I haven't been smashed right out of my mind.
And then came last night out on the town with my married pals who we will call Dominic and Carol. None of us are quite sure what happened. Early on in the night Carol told me something that really hurt about my ex and I remember having a moment suspended in time when I thought to myself: "I can burst into tears right now at this party or I can get a refill and drink so heavily that perhaps I will be able to forget that she just told me that."
And I chose the drinking. It started with mohitos at one place. Then we ended up on a patio in Yorkville having dinner with bottle after bottle of red wine and two men who just sort of suddenly appeared, joined our table and ordered even more wine -- ICE WINE!!! I can't remember clearly but I do believe these men knew Carol somehow and I know I was really drunk because by the end of the night, I was really starting to find the bald guy attractive, and, no offence to bald guys, but they aren't and never have been my type. I thank God I didn't drag him home to my empty house and that I didn't remove any clothing in public. Because I was so drunk, both things were possible.
I don't remember how I got home and I am only now able to raise my head from the pillow for more than five minutes.
My head feels like someone was going at it with a sledgehammer all night despite many Tylenols, and my breath is vomitous even though I haven't vomited and have now brushed my teeth three times. It's like the wine is just sitting there in my stomach, refusing to be fully digested.
Please -- someone help me. It's mid-afternoon and it is not subsiding. I have already e-mailed Dominic and Carol and pleaded with them to come here and kill me. They e-mailed back that I must come to them and kill them.