Blackout

Wow. I managed not to drunk blog last night, but I did drunk text. Or is that drunk Twitter? Here’s the updates I sent last night:

Totally drunk at my in laws house before they come over. Whee! I’m soooo drunk. about 9 hours ago from txt

I have off tomorrow, so pretty much anything is good for me! about 9 hours ago from txt – this was actually meant for neuro42, but I sent it to Twitter

I am SO drunk. Like seriously. I love you all.nj okay noiw I am dru nk on the pbatheoprom. Wow. about 9 hours ago from txt

As near as I can figure out, that last one meant “bathroom.” See, kawaiibishounen, it’s entirely possible to know your limits and still drink too much. I don’t think I’ve ever actually blacked out before, but I woke up about an hour ago in my own bed, with virtually no memory of having left my in-laws’ house. The only memory I might have is maybe being bundled into the car to come home, but then vomiting outside it. This is backed up by the fact that there was a trash can next to the bed when I woke up, raised up on an empty box so it would be at bed height rather than on the floor. Now I see why “…had sex with someone whose name you did not know?” is a common question on purity tests…you really can forget an entire night and everything you did, and wake up next to a stranger. Fortunately I woke up next to my wife, but damn…that could be scary.

Added: Oh dear, it’s worse than I thought. I went to let the cat out and I saw my coat was outside, covered with a towel, and there was a washcloth there too. And the side of my wife’s car is not pretty. What’s funny is that I can usually hold my liquor much better than that – I didn’t have much more than I normally do. Maybe it was on an empty stomach because of the diet? Good grief, how embarrassing.