So last Saturday, for the first time in ten years, I got really drunk. And I mean really, really, really drunk. I'm not sure how it happened because I have always been able to hold more than my fair share of drink, but there you go. I remember sitting at the table, among friends, and then blacking out. I was told, afterward, that I did drink a lot. And I was also told that I am, as far as drunks go, very cooperative and conscientious - no yelling, no violent fits, no getting up on a table and taking off my clothes or making out with strangers. Apparently, I just get quiet and apologize a lot to the people who have to help me up. Somehow though, that still doesn't make me feel better about anything. I would like to take this moment to apologize to everyone who witnessed the unpleasant event. I'm terribly, terribly sorry and I promise to buy you all cakes the next time I see you.

I woke up at four in the morning, back in the warmth and safety of my hotel room, lying next to my boyfriend. Not only did he help me get all the way back, clean me up and hold my hair back whenever I had to get sick in the bathroom; he also held my hand as I slept.