One TOO many

Have you ever looked back on a night of drinking with friends and had to face the reality of the night before? Have you ever realized that you should of stopped at your 6th drink, knowing that had you done that your whole night might have turned out differently? Well I had one of those nights this past Saturday where I definitely had one drink too many. There is a part of me who can laugh about it because there were those funny drunken moments. However, for the most part I am not exactly proud of my behavior and it is actually a tiny bit embarrassing. I guess it is pretty bad when you have to make a call the next day to apologize to someone. At the same time, to try to make myself feel better about the situation, I reminisce on the many ways it could have gone that would have been much worse. And in the spirit of thinking positively, I can feel proud that I did not do any of the following: strip off any article of clothing, dance on any bar or table, fall or break anything, make out with anyone or give anyone my number and then have to change it the next day, and I did not end up in jail or in some unknown location with any unknown person. LOL. Okay, so I have not done most of those things ever but still, it does make me feel a tiny bit better.