I have this rule – Don’t go out and party when you have work the following morning.

It’s not that I’m not capable of functioning the next day, because I can.

It’s because my whole next day’s schedule gets kind of fucked up. I don’t walk the dogs in the morning or even bother going to the gym because I NEED every second of sleep I can get. And when I get home from work, do you think I want to do anything remotely productive? Usually not.

I have no problem going out for a beer or two. It’s when the “couple beers” turn into four, five, or six beers, plus a couple of shots because it’s too damned hard to turn down free alcohol.

Damn you, tequila. Damn you.

Needless to say, I’ve been breaking this rule of mine the last couple of weeks.

Sundays are fundays (which I just learned via Wikipedia was a Christian Video Game for the NES), and Tuesdays are … nothing, usually. But we ran into an old friend on Sunday, who invited us out last night.

Right after work I had a Margarita with co-workers. I’m not a fan of tequila. So why did I have one? Because I didn’t pay for it.

Cah-ching.

I then made the commute home, picked up the roomie, and met up with our friend. While waiting for everyone to get ready, more shots were consumed. Why? Because it’s cheaper than the bar.

I bought first round and was already pretty good at this point. But then second round came and and homeboy is handing me a beer and a tequila shot. Ugh, I hate tequila but drank it anyways. Why? That’s right – because I didn’t pay for it. Plus, that’d be rude to turn it down.

The night finally ended and I scarfed down some grub when we got home because that’s what drunk people do.

Waking up was the worst. I managed to get up and move my car (to avoid a 3rd parking ticket in the last 2 weeks) and get my ass in the shower. However, after my shower I climbed my ass back into bed and only got out when my carpool buddy texted me that she was on her way.

There was really no point of this story besides the fact that I make rules for myself that I cannot keep.

And I mostly get myself in trouble because I am a cheap bastard and can never, ever turn down free alcohol.

And that I feel like a grandma because there were a few points in my life when I partied 5 times a week AND made it to work by 6am the next day. Ok, 6-ish.