I haven’t been out and gotten this drunk in so long.
It feels so good, but I know I will pay for it tomorrow.
I was on like my twelfth cocktail (there’s the problem!), when my body told me I was busting to go to the toilet again.
Don’t you love it how you never just need to go to the toilet when drunk, your always busting out of nowhere.
I staggered off the chair, excusing myself, I think, and headed in the direction of the ladies' bathroom that I swear I was in only ten minutes ago. Luckily, there was no line, a miracle, so I continued in, all the while swearing at my heels that were making me look worse than I was. I completed my business, very proud of myself that I didn’t fall over.
Definitely no more drinks as I don't think they will believe it was my heels and we will get kick
