Oh the shame! Was visiting Annie and Mr T on Friday night but I had plans to meet up with my oldest friend, Billie, first. My excuse is that I hadn't seen her in ages and we just got carried away. It's not good enough but it's all I have.
Anyway Jazz came to pick us up and was made to wait in the car for over an hour (in my defence I did ask him to come in) as we polished off another bottle of wine. In fact alarm bells should have been ringing when I 'cooly' walked up and kissed some random, hot stranger then tripped over a chair (I have the bruise to proove it) as we left to head off for Annie's.
When we got there I dragged Billie in with me who is extremely loud and obnoxious after a few. I thought Mr T was going to strangle her on several occasions. It is safe to say my family (or pretty much anyone else) has never seen me that drunk.
The next day I got up and sincerely apologised for completely screwing up the night but Annie assured me it was 'hilarious'. Nevertheless I've spent the past 4 days still feeling a tiny bit shady (purely because I've spent the bank holiday catching up with people through the means of 'going for a drink') and really, really guilty.
My biggest worry is that I saw it as an opportunity to fill Annie and Mr T in on my concerns about my mum. Amidst the guilt and general headache, I've been so paranoid they'll say something to mum and it'll come back and bite me on the ass. I guess a good old shunning would be my punishment.
As Jazz always says I really do need to learn how to let things go... Oh and he took me for a meal as opposed to a coffee. Since I f****d up this weekend I think it's only right I don't push it any further.
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