And AYE YI YI
go big or go home, I guess!
Went to my best friend’s MFA show in Indiana. All was well until her boyfriend flew in and broke her heart with his criticism and disinterest. As the discomfort built, I caved harddddd
They essentially broke up and the night before I went home she was sad so my brain decided “last hurrah, let’s usher in a new era after tonight!” I wound up so tanked I threw all my clothes off and peed on my hotel floor…in front of her brother (also a good friend).
I can accept the absurdity of this and not punish myself toooooo bad. I was brutally hungover and shame ridden the next day, plus I missed my flight and was a bit too aware of my organs the next day. All and all, the relapse costed me 300 dollars, a cranky kidney, and a demented Gummo-like display in the hotel room.
Almost back on day 3 sober again! But goddamnit did I…make a spectacle