Yay for cab ride. I was hoping there would be good news of you and DW being safely home when I got up, GC.
Kaylee: You're nice, too. Mal: No, I'm not. I'm a mean old man.
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
WindSparrow - Nov 09, 2008 3:58:37 am PST #694 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Nicole - Nov 09, 2008 4:30:18 am PST #695 of 10000
I'm getting the pig!
Honey, I will beat you up if you try to beat yourself up about this tomorrow, for lo, the week was a roller coaster ride of good and bad, and sometimes, booze happens.
This. Well, mostly this. I won't beat you up (verbally, I'm assuming), for lo, I have an odd sense of humor that usually comes across better in person when people can see my facial expressions.
Barb - Nov 09, 2008 5:15:40 am PST #696 of 10000
“Not dead yet!”
Guess I'm not the only one who utterly freaked when they got on this morning and saw 200+ messages. But damn, I love the Buffistas like mad.
GC, don't you dare be embarrassed about this. In all ways, you did the right things-- you were aware enough not to drive, you kept talking to people who would keep you grounded, and you finally got a cab home.
My one drunk story is my freshman year of college. I was trying to walk on the walls because I was convinced it was the floor.
I still don't drink screwdrivers to this day.
Nora Deirdre - Nov 09, 2008 5:15:59 am PST #697 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Aw, GC- I'm so glad you didn't drive and that you got home safe. This has been a really emotional week for you, please don't beat yourself up about blowing off some steam. Sometimes these things just slip away from you before you know what's really going on.
Take care of yourself today - emotionally as well as physically.
Gadget_Girl - Nov 09, 2008 5:36:33 am PST #698 of 10000
Just call me "Siouxsie Shunshine".
Wow. I got scared when I saw 200 messages since I went to bed last night.
GC, listen to me, honey. When you come check in this morning, I want you to know how absolutely proud of you I am. YOU DIDN'T DRIVE, and you sought out help when you were panicking about what to do. And, ultimately, you got home safe and sound. {{{GC and DW}}} Hang in there, honey. Today may not be fun, but you'll get through. So much love to you both.
So much this.
Deena - Nov 09, 2008 5:40:25 am PST #699 of 10000
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Greg drug me off to bed. I'm glad everything turned out okay.
Burrell - Nov 09, 2008 5:41:13 am PST #700 of 10000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
I'm glad you got home safe and sound GC.
sj - Nov 09, 2008 5:41:45 am PST #701 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I also freaked out when I saw 200 messages at 5 AM. I love how much we care about each other here and try to take care of each other.
Deena - Nov 09, 2008 6:02:13 am PST #702 of 10000
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Burrell, thanks for the encouragement. It was a nice thing to read this morning.
Morning, sj!
Amy - Nov 09, 2008 6:02:16 am PST #703 of 10000
Because books.
Add me in to the freaked-out crowd. Poor Glam! I'm so glad you had us (well, some of us) here to help. And NO beating yourself up, please. For real. Like Plei said, booze happens.
Drunk story: Me, college, dive bar in Yorkville with dollar pitchers. Me, trying to play pool, while swaying, stumbling, and giggling. Huge old drunk guy sitting at the bar watching, shouting, "You couldn't hit the side of a BARN!" to the amusement of pretty much everyone in the bar but me.
Then there was the time with four bottles of red wine at a friend's house, and S. having to literally pour me into bed IN FRONT OF THE BABYSITTER who had been sitting with Jake.