I rarely DON'T drink at work, but it's even rarer for me to get completely shitfaced.
Although, it did happen on Saturday. I was in one of my regular clubs and it's nude/BYOB. I had a couple of beers with the son of a co-worker at my day job (Um, eek!) early on and I thought that would be it. Wellllll, then abuot 4am, the manager from my other club came in and we started doing shots of Grand Marnier and shooting the shit. He left right before closing at 6am and I walked into the dressing room. It wasn't until I sat down to open my locker that I realized that I was DRUNK. Really, really drunk. So drunk that I couldn't form words. People would ask me a question and I knew the answer, but I couldn't make my mouth say the words. Luckily, the dancers there are super sweet. They made sure I had all my money, got everything out of my locker and helped me down the ridiculously steep stairs that lead from the dressing room to the main floor, where hubby was so patiently waiting to take his silly, drunk, stripper wife home!
I think it's so much easier to get drunk at a BYOB club because the waitress isn't bringing drinks. It's harder to keep track when you're just grabbing beers out of a tub of ice or pouring yourself shots from a bottle sitting on the table! That won't happen again for a LOOOOOOONG time!



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