This weekend has been good and bad. Here’s the good: It was in the 60’s and sunny. I took Murphy to the dog park yesterday morning and let him run some of his energy out. Then I ran some of my energy out with a five mile run. Afterward, I went out for my friend Emily’s birthday which was really fun.
Here’s the bad: I drank too much at said birthday party. Now, don’t get me wrong, I didn’t do anything bad, per se. I didn’t drive and I didn’t make an ass of myself (except that I did butcher The Bangles Eternal Flame at karaoke. Yes, really.) but I always feel so guilty when I drink too much. I don’t know why. It’s only really started happening in the last year or so. I don’t know how to explain it. Part of it has to do with consuming extra calories and blah, blah, blah but it’s more about how I want the party phase of my life to be over and it’s not. I know that’s my fault. I am the only one who can control what I put in my mouth, but when all of my friends still drink a lot, it’s kind of hard not to follow suit. I mean, have you ever been completely sober in a room full of drunks? Not fun.
Maybe I’m too hard on myself. A part of me thinks that. Big deal, I had too many drinks. And really, I drink way less than I did even a year ago. I don’t think that I have a problem with alcohol although sometimes I do wonder. I’m hesitant to even post this because I’m not exactly portraying myself in the best light, but it is what it is. I don’t generally compare myself to other bloggers, but in this aspect, I sometimes do. I see other bloggers that have one drink with dinner and call it a night and I wonder why me and my friends aren’t like that. Why do we still party like we’re in college?