Last night I went out for traditional Tuesday drinks with two people from work. What makes it traditional you ask? About a year ago we started leaving the office early to go to our regular pub for an after work beverage once a week. After a few weeks I noticed that it was happening on Tuesdays most of the time so we sort of made it a tradition. How do we get away with leaving work early to do this? One of the people I go for dinks with is the boss. Love my job …

Anyway, we have not been able to get out on a Tuesday for a while as things have been pretty busy at work. But last night more than made up for the weeks we lost. We had a great time, caught up on lots of gossip, had a small pizza and chatted about all things both work and life related. After the first beer – a lovely Belgium style beer with about 9% alcohol – we all realized we needed to have one more as the conversation was just picking up steam.

The evening kept on rolling and the drinks were definitely flowing because when I got home around 8pm I had four pints of beer in me. Once home I proceeded to make a double decker grill cheese sandwich and eat 6 or 7 slices of cheese while waiting for the sandwich to grill. Then I drunk dialed a friend. He is on a work thing staying at a swank hotel, I talked about ditching Awesome, he talked about his new girl and laughed at me a lot … all very blurry. Then I started to compose a blog and realized writing, like so many things, is not a good idea when you have had copious amounts of alcohol and cheese. I wisely stopped writing and went to bed just before 10pm with a pint of water at my side.

And yet I was still shocked to wake up at 3am with a brick in my stomach unable to fall back asleep for more than an hour. I kept lying there thinking why can’t I get back to sleep. Hmmm Drunk girl ... maybe it is the ½ pound of cheese just sitting rotting in your stomach, or the four pints rising up against you.

So this morning I am a little tired and not in the least bit hungry - for cheese or anything else. Luckily I drank enough water last night that I don't feel hungover. It is a good thing we can’t have another Tuesday night for a month. I don’t think I could manage this again next week.

The Single Girl