Thank you, I'd LOVE another Lemon drop...

It is no secret among those who know me, that I make incredibly poor decisions when I have been drinking. Granted, this could be said about most people, but I am talking seriously ridiculous decisions. However, in my defense, the circumstances I often find myself in that lead to these poor decisions are absurd and in no way my fault. Back in December, there was a particular night where I found myself hanging out at my house with some friends, as well as a guy I had been on a date or two with, and another guy who I'd been trying to hook up with for awhile. How did they both end up there? Crazy, random happenstance. Neither of the guys knew anything about the other and at one point, I found myself sitting next to one on the couch while the other sent me inappropriate texts from across the room. On what planet does this happen? So, while I should have simply gone to bed, I instead drank more wine and made out with the nearest one. Bad decision. That is why I've decided my friend "J" is officially the boss of me when we go out, from this point on. Her duties include, but aren't limited to: taking my cell phone away from me after I've had my 2nd drink; making sure all young, attractive military guys are kept at least 50 yards away from me at all times; and putting me in a cab when I start saying "Seriously you guys, I'm totally (hiccup) okay to drive!" My good friend from back home was my "Watcher" for years. She believed in tough love and was never afraid to bitch slap the beer goggles right off my face to stop me from doing things I would most definitely regret by the light of day. Now that we live in different states, we must rely on the occasional- "Tell me why this is a bad idea"- text. Of course, we're always there to talk each other down out of the crazy tree after we've done something stupid, too. That is what friends do and I have the most amazing friends in the world.