I didn't share this story last week because it's kind of embarrassing. But only a little bit, and anyway, it might be sorta funny.
Last week, S and I went to dinner with my cousin, the Nicknamer, and his wife Rocky. The restaurant was right around the corner from my sister's apartment (in a manner of speaking, but definitely within walking distance), so S and I drove to my sis', parked, and hung out with her for a little while. About fifteen minutes before we were set to meet Nick and Rocky, we set out for the restaurant. When we got there, it was relatively empty, and Nick and Rocky were nowhere to be found. S and I decided to sit at the bar (in the VERY small restaurant) and not drink, because generally, we do not. About 20 minutes after our meeting time came and went, Nick called and said that they'd be there in about 10 minutes.
We were hungry. So I ordered a beer, because I thought it might calm me down, and they had Blue Moon, which I really like. 20 minutes later, the beer was mostly gone, the restaurant was jammin' and Nick and Rocky finally walked in. It was fine, it really was. They apologized, we got seated almost right away (the host having become S and my newest friend during our wait), and we ordered immediately.
The problem was, I was completely drunk off my ass. I know, I know, lame. But my stomach was empty, and that beer just went straight to my head. I seriously thought I was going to kill myself on my walk to the table. I couldn't focus on anything; I was sure that Nick and Rocky (especially Nick) could tell that I was soooo out of it. I was positive that everything I said was stupid and incoherent. I was trying desperately not to slur my words. I also thought that I was behaving like I was mad at Nick and Rocky for being late, which I wasn't really. Shit happens sometimes, and it worked out fine. Anyway, the appetizer, which was a yummy flatbread, came quickly, I ate some, and I didn't feel drunk anymore. I'm sure that the bread soaked up some of the alcohol, because I began to function normally.
Afterward, in the car on the ride home, I asked S if he could tell that I was really, really tipsy before dinner came. He looked at me like I had three heads, and said he couldn't tell at all. That was a relief, but in the future, I think I'll avoid any alcohol before dinner. Because that experience sucked.
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