Hail Porcelain God

Last night was a doozie. Last night was a once in a 5 year event. I got the privilege of paying a little homage to the Porcelain god. Dear all, this is not me. I do not know what happened and I can't for the life of me figure out how I ended up snuggling with the Porcelain Goddess in our home last night.

This is what I do have figured out. We went to a fund raiser for of all things a transitional home for women in recovery. (Yes, I did say, women in recovery.) There was wine. There were appetizers. There was bidding on silent auction items. There was socializing. There was fun.

I had a plate of appetizers and about 4 small glasses of wine. You know the small clear plastic solo cups. After, we went to a restruant and I had two martini's and some dessert. When we left, all was fine. I told Cowboy to drive home, I couldn't.

The next thing I know, I was very hot and had to pee. I made him roll down all the windows and the rest his history. Once we got home, I stripped down to my skivies and Oh Hail Porcelain Queen. I think I slept on the bathroom floor until 2am. Cowboy told me he took pictures. I'm sure they were lovely. (He really didn't, but said he should have.)

Today, was a beautiful day and we had a tee time at 1p. It was a struggle all day.

Several years ago, I realized that alcohol does not like me when I over indulge. So I don't. I'm very careful. I don't like feeling out of control. I don't like puking. I don't like feeling like a slug the next day...so I'm really not sure how that happened last night. All I know, is I was once again reminded that I'm not going to drink even remotely enough to get in that condition again for a very long time.