I need to give you a rundown of the whole family so you have a better idea of who I am, but that will have to wait. For now, you get to hear all about my 20 year high school reunion this weekend. Let me preface this by saying that I have not really kept in close contact with anyone that I graduated with. I have reconnected with a few people on Facebook, but that has been about the extent of it. Maintaining close relationships over long periods of time is really not a strong point of mine.
With all that said, I really was looking forward to the reunion and seeing everybody again. The venue was really pretty nice, it was at a local hotel and it was organized very well. I did end up having a great time and talked to quite a few old friends that I was excited to see. I wish that my best friend had made the trip because I would have loved to have seen him, but he lives down in GA now so I understand.
Now, there was a cash bar at the reunion and here is where I tend to struggle. I have an issue with alcohol in social situations in that I have problems knowing when to stop. This has led to many bad decisions in the past and as a result, guilt over drinking. My ex and I used to drink a lot when we were together and I have really tried to make a conscious effort to limit my drinking in the past few years. For one thing, I can't drink like I used to when I was in my 20's. My body just doesn't recover that fast and I always feel like crap the next day. For another thing, now that I am trying to lose weight, it doesn't make sense to waste calories on beer or wine. So back to the reunion, I decided to drink wine and at least I had the good sense to stick with one type of alcohol for the evening and not mix it up. That would have been disastrous for sure. Later in the evening, I was talking with a group of people and one guy ended up buying a round of drinks for everyone. I should have said no thank you, because I'd already had 3 glasses at that point, but who can refuse free drinks? Not this girl, apparently. Now, for the rest of the night, I did not buy myself another drink, but he kept buying them for everyone. As a result, I drank way more than I should have. Why? Because my inner voice likes to drink as much as I do and instead of saying, "you've had enough", I hear, "let's drink more". She and I should have a talk.
My whole point in writing this is that yesterday, not only did I feel shitty for drinking so much, I also felt guilty. I didn't drive, I didn't make out with a stranger or go home with someone so why the guilt? I simply had a good time with some old friends and drank too much wine. I'm sure it is residual guilt from years of making bad decisions but that doesn't make it feel any better.
On a lighter note, here is a pic of me and two of my lovely friends that I enjoyed reconnecting with.