So, my friend Pete had a get together at the lake community near his house. It’s over an hour and a half away. I drove my friends Michelle & Nigel. It was to be a long affair, from noon to 5pm at least and we were going home after that,not spending the night, which sometimes happens when we go to Pete’s house.
When I arrived, I immediately went into drinking mode. We were going to be there a while. Drink early then sober up and drive home.Sounded like a plan.
I had a couple Coors Lights. And THEN… my friend Hank had this vodka iced tea concoction. He gave me a cup of it.”This has alcohol? I can’t even tell.”
Two cups later, I didn’t really feel that drunk. Hank poured a third. Then it started raining so we moved the party to Pete’s house. Michelle drove my car there.
And I brought my cup of poison.
A bunch of us hung in Pete’s hot tub in his yard. Adults, their kids. We were all drinking. The adults, that is. In the rain. It was actually fun.
Eventually another friend drove his car back to the city. Michelle and Nigel went home with him. I decided to stay the night. We stayed in the hot tub for a while. I had finished my vodka iced tea so had a few more Coors Lights. There were like 7 of us in the hot tub, including a few kids. I was fine. More or less.
And that’s all I remember of the evening.
Apparently we went inside, had some conversations and I feel asleep on the couch. So I’m told.
But I never texted my gf Mona good night or returned her many texts. She was worried sick from my non- responses.
At 1am I woke up.
FUUUUUUUCK! I saw her texts. Replied. She was still awake. Worried sick. And LIVID. We talked a bit. She’d been sleeping badly this week anyway and now she’d only have like 4 hours sleep and was a hot, worried mess.
Oh man. I messed up bigtime. Today, she’s a zombie and had to cancel activities since she can’t concentrate or focus. And needed to lay down a lot, being a minimal parent because she can barely see straight. Oh she’s a black belt with guilt.
She’s angry. Rightfully so. She needs me to at least be able to communicate and set levels of what I’m doing. Blacking out and forgetting to reply or say good night is unacceptable. Ok it was an accident, and I don’t like that it happened.
And honestly, I was originally driving friends up and back. I should not have dived into drinking a lot knowing I was to be driving. They happened to get a ride back but I didn’t know that at the time.
Also, she’s a worrier. That’s been well established. Dropping off to silent communications is bad.
She’s also wondering about the kind of man I am. Am I able to shift from single life to being a step-father. We’ll talk later. It won’t be pretty.
I think I need to have 3 drinks max in sitting. And none when I know I’ll be driving. Even if there will be enough time to sober up.
Update: she and I spoke and she cooled off. Everything is fine.