Without ever throwing up from alcohol. It was a good run. Hopefully I can go another 31 years.
We went to a friend's party yesterday. DH was on baby duty and was playing the role of DD. We were there for a couple of hours before Andrew started getting cranky. DH took him home to nap, fed him dinner, then came back. I stayed and continued drinking.
There are two things that led to my demise.
1-I don't eat meat. This means that I end up eating very little at parties. Everybody else was eating wings and gumbo. Chips just weren't filling me up. 2-My husband challenged me to get drunk. I like to drink and have fun, but I rarely get blitzed. I've probably only been sloppy drunk 3 or 4 times in my life. He encouraged me to let go and have fun. Oops.
So I puked. I made it home before I got sick. Andrew was safely asleep in his crib. Nobody else knows. And yet, I feel pretty embarrassed about it.
AND THEN I take that sexual bucket list poll and beat all of you ladies by far. I am feeling SOOO klassy. :/
I have never flown with anyone I have had interest in having sex with, get uti's so water play is out, have never traveled internationally (with the brief exception of Canada a few times as a teen) and don't do fancy unders. So there.
When I was younger and used to drink a lot, one of 2 Beth's would show up 1 - happy, fun drunk make out Beth (DH loves her) 2 - little miss pukes a lot
And it was like a game of Russion roullette to find out which one you would get.