So, New Years Eve was supposed to be a quiet night in at my sister's house. My friend Ele was having a house party though and I decided I would go for a couple of hours as I hadn't seen her in an age.
My first mistake was asking James to drop me off and pick me up so I could have a drink.
My second mistake was taking a bottle of sparkling Rose with me.
My third mistake was drinking most of said bottle of Rose within the two hours I was there.
My forth mistake was continuing to drink Prosecco and Buck's Fizz when I got back to Becs and Jim's house.
What am I? 16?? What an idiot.
I crawled into bed shortly after midnight on New Years Day, face full of make-up still on, feeling like I wouldn't be in bed for long before all that booze inevitably made a re-appearance.
I was half right. My body thought it would get it's own back on me by making me wait until 7am for the show to start, having barely slept a wink due to feeling horrendously sick all night.
Anyhoo, we finally left my sister's house around midday as they had guests coming for lunch. I crawled straight back into bed once we got home and spent the rest of the day there, wondering if I would ever feel better, asking myself why I had been such a douche bag by drinking so much, hating myself a little for having no answer to that question, and swearing to myself that I would never ever get that drunk again.
James was a saint and just took care of Beau and brought me water and eventually some toast and crisps once I was feeling up to it. He is an angel that man.
We rounded off the day by snuggling on the sofa and watching the last two episodes of Breaking Bad season one. The hair is gone and Walt is turning bad ass. Ish.
Hope you all had a great New Year's Eve and didn't behave as badly as I did...what a plonker.
xo
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