My big mouth
There is a reason I quit drinking. Every time I had more than a glass of wine and got my buzz on, I would have a great time, but when I woke up at 3AM (EVERY TIME) I would lie there for hours in a foggy dry mouthed agony trying to remember each time I stuck my foot in my mouth, was insensitive, over shared, told a whopper, looked foolish, didn't listen. Does anyone else wake up with 3AM remorse? I hate it. I hate it so much that I refrain. But I like wine. And I like getting tipsy and being social and sometimes just letting go and having fun. So. I've been thinking on this a lot the last couple of days. (I did attend lots of parties this weekend and perhaps indulged a wee bit.) Here is what I think. The thing I lie there in agony over at 3AM- the thing that makes me worry and angst and hate myself about? I lost my act, and dropped the facade. Drinking makes me lose the veneer. I'm always trying so hard to please people and to make them like me. I adjust my...