So on Friday night, all of us teachers decided to hit the town for dinner and drinks to celebrate the end of a stressful term. Work stress is enough, but coupled with my personal life stress, I was happy that this term has come to an end, especially since this last day of term, was also exactly one month since the 'split.' I was more than looking forward to a night of alcohol. I was more than prepared to blame my behaviour of the night on the "Goose that got me feeling loose."
I made plans to leave my car at the restaurant, my friend Fleur even took the BUS so that she wouldn't have to drive, we were, after all, getting crunked!!
I arrived at the resto first, strange, since I am always the last. And as I waited at the bar, the hostess offered me a drink-- vodka/pineapple (drink #1 of the evening)! This was going to be a good night!! The others arrived shortly after and we were escorted to our table and I was finished my drink.
The waiter took our drink orders and this was drink #2, I got a 'Hummingbird' vodka, orange juice and peach schnapps.
We chatted and laughed (the vibe of everyone at the table was great!) and then the waiter took our orders (wait! we were sitting 1o minutes and the waiter took our orders?! When was I magically teleported to the real world?! I thought I was in Barbados, the land of not-so-good customer service!) We got our food, less than an hour after sitting down (miracle of miracles!) And slowly, the food coma started to settle in... NO! this can't be happening, I am supposed to get drunk tonight and forget about my personal and professional stresses... This can't be happening, I look over to the end of the table to where Fleur (my partner in crime for this evenings festivities) is sitting, and her eyes are slowly blinking, and staying closed in a blink for a second or two longer than they should..... What is going on?! What time is it?! Not even 10?!
My thoughts were then interrupted by the voice asking, "would you care for dessert or coffee?" Yes, that's what I need, tea, some caffeine will do the trick and get me back on track! As we settle in to our coffees and desserts, "where are we going next for drinks?" asks one of my fellow diners..... I don't know what happened, it was like someone took over my voice, and I said, "you guys go ahead-- I think I am going to go home." Fleur looked at me with TIRED eyes, and said, "Yep, I am going home too."
And, just like that, our plans of getting crunked, my plans of a drunken cry-fest (even though lately, I don't need to be drunk for that) came to an abrupt end. I paid my bill, got in the car and went home. Didn't even wash off my make-up, only brushed my teeth and hit the pillow. I was out before I even remember closing my eyes... What time was it?! 10:45??!!
So disappointing! :(
Little a
No comments:
Post a Comment