Unfortunately 2 weeks ago Friday was not a reflection of my intelligence. I did not know my limit and did not know when to say stop. I am 31 years old and for the first time I got wasted to the point of no return. Essentially I transformed from a sophisticated professional to a HOT MESS. I have little recognition of the night. I do remember the pleasant experience of throwing up in the parking lot and being assisted home.

Can you imagine me and my amazon self (5 ft "11) swaying to the beat of a drum that no one else can hear?

I have little recognition of speaking to a guy I used to date. I pretty sure that I said something nasty but I know that I did not cause a scene, because my girls would have told me. I am not worried about what I said because alcohol doesn’t make you say anything that you are already not feeling.



I had grand plans of writing a blog entry on a Girl’s Night Out. I planned to take pictures of us, the party and get their experiences of being hit on, the club scene etc.

Yet I have little memory of the night but a strong feeling of embarrassment. I must thank my lovely friends for holding things down since I had a short leave of my senses.

This event was a Wayne Warner All Black Affair event its was supposed to be a class act and me not acting the part. I was worried sick by different.... what if scenario's. Is it possible that my co-worker and/or former classmates saw me acting the fool?

I spent the whole day on Saturday in agony and worry. Unable to hold anything down, feeling weak, sweaty, cold and hot.

This Saturday I found pictures on my camera that I dont remember taken. According to my friends this was on our way out. Since I was able to stand up straight to take these photos I feel confident that I didn't make a complete ass of myself. I breath a
*(sigh)* of relief and realize that a disaster was averted and trust me a lesson was definitely learned.

***Pictures my be found on my blog. Which may be found on this sites link if interested