One minute I am having a conversation the next I am waking up in bed fully clothed. Yep. One of those nights. Work was good yesterday; I started with a 5:30am conference call with a client, then a training session with a client, then an install. I spent at least 5 hours on the phone yesterday with people. But I really felt like I was accomplishing something. Feels good to be part of the team finally.
After work, I went home and got ready for my BIG party. So many more people than I expected showed up last night. I invited like 90 because if I didn't invite certain people I would have never heard the end of it. I knew not all of them would show, but I had to invite them. I expected about 10, maybe 12 to actually show. My last sober count? 23. Nice. I guess I am loved despite what I think.
Got to the bar around 7 with my DD. I knew I was going to be off the deep end and I already had arranged a driver. I may be old, but sometimes even I am not stupid. People came, people went, I got presents, I got shots, I got shots in breasts, and I didn't spend a fucking penny. THAT is the best part. My friends really came through for me last night. Made me feel very loved, made sure I got home in one piece, and were there. I mean really there. I am pretty blank on a lot of the night after a certain point, but I did wake up with all my clothes, all my gifts, but no shoes. I think I tracked down my shoes, but otherwise everything is here.
I haven't talked to the kid yet so I don't know how her day went. I have a show tonight which should fill in some of the blanks.
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