Shame bloody Shame

In my rather proud alcoholic history this weekend had to take the cake. Ive been trying to cut down and must say have successfully managed for the last three months. I have almost been dry since Christmas. This weekend on a bloody whim, gobbled four tequilas, couple of plain Jack Daniels and few vodka shots in a party where I knew only the hosts. As you would have guessed, have ended up embarrassing myself.

 Apparently, I had gathered a few folks in a corner to give a lecture, after asking the host to stay out of the room.  I don’t remember most of what I spoke but guess it wasn’t very pleasant. Someone mentioned of being addressed as you gutless cowards.

Finally to cap it and to  my deep consternation, I had passed out throwing up all over the bloody carpet and had to be, not supported, not helped, but totally carried by three men, one of whom was thankfully an anaesthetist and finally put to safety.
I don’t remember a sausage.

I have consoled to look at it as a learning experience. Bloody Hell.  I have nothing but shame.