Last night in Al Khuwair....

I'm currently slightly hungover and feeling tired. Last night was a bit of a stormer- meaning I drank too much, again.

I woke up with a sense of dread having left my car overnight in Al Khuwair near a construction site. I have done this before, drank too much and left it there, and it's always been fine but this morning I was terrified, so much so that I couldn't go back to sleep.

I tried waking Cush up to take me to get my car but he only responded, "Angry it's 7:30 I'm not going anywhere, go back to sleep" but I couldn't.

I couldn't stop worrying that a brick had fallen off the building and through my windshield.

When we did get to the car after a visit to the pork shop in Ruwi (which was out of most pork stock) my car was fine.

All that for nothing.

Back to last night, I had a blast. I talked to a man who I had seen around and been pleasant with but didn't know very well for about 4 hours. Now we're besties. I do blame him somewhat for how I feel this morning as he did order and purchase the deadly 5th glass of red wine, but that's life, eh?

I've been over drinking a lot since I came back from Canada last month, and I'm starting to notice that my shyness is going away. The drunk girl beat the shy girl into submission and I'm not sure it's a good thing but not entirely convinced it's a bad thing.

Snippets of strange, obnoxious, loud conversations, laughing my ass off and smacking peoples legs when doing said laughing, touching peoples arms and shoulders, and grinning like a moron and nodding while I pretend I can understand strange accents made stranger by lots of alcohol. Sometimes I just have not a clue what people are saying to me. Sometimes I tell them so.

This must stop. I don't want to be that wierd drunk girl that people start to avoid after awhile.

You know how it goes cuz I'm sure we've all felt like this before-

person 1- she's coming this way

person 2- you sure?

person 1- yep don't make eye contact!

person 2- psycho hose beast....

Yeah...don't want to be that girl.

Action plan- stick to the magic number.

3 is my magic number any more then that and it just gets messy.

At the same time, I do have fun when I'm all drunk and loud and saying inappropriate things to people I barely know, I guess I just don't want them to think badly of me. But then what's the harm really? I'm not an angry drunk, I don't insult people, if anything maybe I make people feel good because I'm the type of drunk who will tell you you're lovely, in fact I almost told a woman that last night but did have the restraint to stop myself but she really was looking gorgeous.

What's wrong with being really, really, REALLY friendly? Is that so bad?

And now I need pancakes and bacon...that will make everything feel better :D