Breakfast Grill isn't enough for dinner

I’ve always prided myself in being a responsible drinker. Coming from a family of heavy drinkers, I like the fact that I can drink moderately… or a lot… and not do anything too stupid or embarrassing.

That all changed on New Year’s Eve.

On the way down to Ange and Kelsey’s, David and I stopped at Wendy’s for dinner. Unfortunately it was closed, but I was SO excited to get my party on and play Dance Dance Revolution that we didn’t bother looking for another place to eat. Upon arriving at the party scene, I whipped up some bean dip whilst imbibing my first drink: vodka/water garnished with berries.

Classy, right? Not for long.

I happened to have some Breakfast Grill (Turkey’n’Bacon) in a cooler in the car. (Hey, a low-carb girl has to come prepared.) Andrea baked about six slices for me and after I was finished eating them, I was full. What I didn’t know was that I was actually full of vodka/water and not enough food.

As the night progressed, I can honestly say I only remember bits and pieces. This is very bad, because I know I had lots and lots of fun. I remember:

• sucking at Dance Dance (but still loving it of course);
• playing a kick-ass game of Cranium Pop 5 and giving and receiving lots of high fives;
• missing the countdown by a couple minutes but doing a half-assed “Happy New Year”-now-make-out-with-your-date episode;
• meeting someone who looked like Clay Aiken and who couldn’t get over how tall I was;
• speaking to Craig on the phone but having a hard time getting the words out in an audible manner, so passing the phone on to someone else;
• getting trapped in Ange’s bathroom because I was opening the door the wrong way;
• slipping sideways on the kitchen floor and hitting the ground really hard;
• crawling into bed only to find the heat suffocating, then;
• going to the bathroom and getting sick.

It was inevitable. I’m going to get graphic here… it was pure water/vodka. So clear I could see the bottom of the toilet. The only bit of food present was a few berries for garnish. Not so classy now, right?

I don’t even want to know what David thought of me. I guess that’s the risk you take when the first time someone sees you drunk you're at a New Year’s Party and you haven't eaten a proper dinner. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Out of pure fright and shame, I am not looking forward to seeing the night's pictures. But I will post them here, anyway. Stay tuned.

Props to Ange & Kelsey for throwing such a wicked party. Despite my embarrassment, I had loads of fun. You guys rock.

Cheers to a great 2007!