So, my friends have been very supportive and doing their best to comfort me and keep me busy during this break up. I haven't really been too keen on taking anyone up on any of their offers - just been trying to ride and sort of find peace within, so to speak. Two different groups of friends had invited me to go out (drinking) in Denver and I declined both offers, because I really don't think drinking when on the verge of any kind of breakdown is smart. I thought about joining them and not drinking, but that doesn't sound like fun either - especially now. What a downer I'd be. Not that I'm moping around all the time, but I'm sure if I went out with some friends and stayed sober with a bunch of tipsy people I'd be the downer, for sure. See? Sure appeared twice in that sentence. So anyway, I had dinner with Debra and we knew the bartender - we got free margs (1 each)...uh oh. It started. I am one margarita in and I figured: "Eh, what the heck. It's not that I'm getting drunk, I'm at dinner having a drink. Very different than going out drinking." Right? Yes, says Debra. So we have our drink and head our separate ways, for she is going out in Denver and I'm not. I'm headed home. To do what, I have no idea (since my tv died in WWIII that Adam and I had here Monday night) and reading isn't sounding good on 1 very strong margarita. Debra calls... "We're going out in Boulder, if that makes any difference," she says. Why, yes, Debra. It makes a big difference. Meet me at my house in 20 mins and let's go out! So now I'm just sitting here (texting with Kelly) and waiting for Debra to come get me so we can go out - DRINKING! Wish me luck!!!! I realize this is probably very very dumb, considering Adam works the late night stand in Boulder which is RIGHT where I'll be come late night. Yeeeeeeoooooooooooo! And for the record, I still have not shed a tear this time around - since the break up. I'm scared of what might happen when the first tear falls, but until then....
please refer to my previous post of:
Big Girls Don't Cry!!!!!
Kind of a cop out, I know. But the marg and all... Cut me some slack. AND, the song is appropriate!
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