the things I say when I've been drinking

oops I did it again you guys...

Got super hammered and said a bunch of dumb shit that is.

It never fails, whenever I get a little rowdy the next morning as the flashbacks start playing in my head, I am always a tad embarrassed. Not enough to change my behavior or anything, but a little embarrassed none the less.

Saturday evening started out innocently enough. (I am not sure if I used innocently correctly or not, to be honest adverbs always throw me for a little loop).

The boyfriend and I made some dinner and shared a bottle of one of Dogfish Head's new special release beers called American Beauty. I loved this beer because not only was it hoppy and delicious but it was named after a Grateful Dead album, contained granola, and had a dancing bear on the bottle...win win. Naturally we listed to American Beauty while we sipped it.  After that bottle was polished off we popped open another. And I was tipsy. And it was before 9pm...

Drinks o' clock

So then we headed out to a new little bar in town that makes specialty cocktails and is called the Speakeasy. It's pretty f-ing cute. You need to call in advance to a get a password and then you arrive at this little coffee shop and pick up an old school phone, tell them the password and they let you in via a secret door behind a bookcase. The decor is all super 1920s and the bartenders wear fedoras. Oh and the drinks are pretty divine. I had three particularly strong gin drinks.

It would have been wise to call it a night after those three cocktails, but that's just not my style so we hightailed it to another bar...this one more of a local dump than a cute themed joint.

At some point I decided a bathroom selfie was a great idea...

Here I had lord knows how many jack and diets and ran into some friends.

It was at this bar where I started to pull my usual annoying drunk Erin moves. There are two of them and it is a wonder my boyfriend doesn't leave me stranded in the road when I start pulling this shit.

1. I invite anyone and everyone over to our house. Usually I invite them over for after party drinks post bar and things tend to get pretty rowdy in our tiny little apartment. This particular evening I was inviting everyone over for dinner on Tuesday night. Why, I don't know as Tuesday we are having just a few close friends over for a going away dinner for a neighbor, but I decided it was a good idea to invite every stranger I met that night. I pray to God none of them show up, but I guess only time will tell. I did have a few missed called from strange numbers when I woke up, so obviously I was passing out the digits.

2. I get on a yoga soapbox. It is no secret, I am addicted to yoga. I love it, like a lot. But normally I just love it and I don't annoy everyone in the world with my yoga preaching, that is until I get drunk. When I get drunk I turn into a door to door salesman or one of those religious cult leaders trying to get everyone to convert to the yoga life. I seem to particularly target men who have absolutely no interest in the practice. I am not proud of it, but it's the way it is.

Sunday was a little rough, but not nearly as rough as it should have been. I am going to try and dry out for a week or so, but we will see what happens come Friday night.

Yes those are grocery store ice cream sundaes, and yes we ate them in the parking lot.