This weekend just gone, my husband took our son to Sydney to see the Major League Baseball from the US. It was their first father-son trip away from me and home, and they both really enjoyed it. I must confess, I enjoyed my time as well. Perhaps a little too much, in fact, as Saturday night saw myself and 2 friends ejected from the Casino for “showing signs of intoxication.”
At the time, I argued that we weren’t. Looking back, yep, we definitely were. And I must confess, I am embarrassed and ashamed!
Now in our defense, we weren’t violent, we weren’t loud and stupid. I did spill 2 drinks – one when we first got there, and one a couple of hours later that led to the ejection. But other than that I’m not sure what we were doing that was “signs” of intoxication. I have never been kicked out of anywhere before, let alone for being intoxicated! At the time I posted on Facebook that it was BS and I was going to write a letter. When I woke up Sunday morning I cringed, and quietly thanked them for kicking us out, because we went home and went to bed. Who knows how much worse it could have been had we stayed out??
I am fairly sure I remember asking the security guard if we were banned from the Casino, and he said no, but we did have to leave. I’m also fairly sure as I plead my case to the taxi driver, I was slurring my words so badly he had no idea what I was saying. I’m also pretty sure there might be some pictures on another blogger’s phone of me pole dancing, but I have pics of her, too, so I think we have enough ammo on each other to keep quiet. Or you know, make a killer Wordless Wednesday post!
I am seriously getting too old for this. While it may seem like fun at the time and you think you are in control of yourself, the fun you think you’re having is questionably worth the splitting headache and HOURS wasted the following day.
I can name 3 times off the top of my head in the last 2 years that I have been so drunk, and so ratshit the following day. 3 times in 2 years may not seem like much, but it’s 3 days lost to the poison that is alcohol. So just like at the old ball game, it’s one, two, three strikes you’re out. I have said many a time “I’m never drinking again.” I have said, many a time “This time I mean it!” After this weekend, I am hoping I may have finally realized just how bad it is to pump your body full of those mind-altering chemicals. I’m also on day 2 of recovery and counting. The older I get, the longer this takes!
Have you ever been kicked out of a place? What did you do?
Linking up with Kirsty at My Home Truths for I Must Confess