Free bars are dangerous. I’m pretty sure I got sent home from my former workplace’s Christmas night in last night. Nothing has changed in that place, all the people are still as miserable and bitchy. The only reason I went along was to take advantage of the free bar and relish the fact that I no longer work there. The music was awful, and the company wasn’t much better, so the only thing for it was to drink. A lot.
Then next thing I knew, I was outside my parents’ front door, trying to find my key. I couldn’t find it so I resorted to banging on the door and waking the rents up, and then covered the hallway in wine when I stumbled in because I’d somehow smashed the bottle I’d won in the raffle and it was pouring out of its bag. I’m assuming I dropped it whilst rummaging for my key, oops. I don’t like wine, but I never win anything in raffles so it was like a trophy to me. Dad tells me when they opened the door to me I was having a giggle fit about it, and then took the wine-spouting bag into the house anyway. Common sense goes out the window when I’m drunk, clearly.
That’s about all I remember of last night.
