I used to be a responsible drinker. Could pace myself so that I kept my head in a safe place. I suppose I might've been able to do that given the chance last night, but there was something in that bloody mary that took hold pretty hard. I was sloshy by the time I got to the bottom of the glass. The night was somewhat of a weird blur. I remember most of it, but there are little black holes here and there. There's also a few moments that I would gladly go back and change. I paid no attention to someone I should have and more attention to someone I probably shouldn't have (might have kept him a bit more sober).
Anyway ... apparently, I can no longer hold my liquor, being that this is the second time this month that I've let sobriety go down the drain and acted in ways I normally wouldn't. I wish I could say I'll stop drinking, but we all know that won't happen. I just need to keep things in check better. Which is the point of this blog entry - to remind myself that drunken debauchery is not always a good thing.