Yay. Let’s talk about that.
I have a big bucket load to choose from so I'll grab from the tamer end.
When I was young and drunk, I made a lot of silly mistakes. Didn’t we all?
I’m going to highlight two moments. I tend to remember everything about nights out, no matter how much I drink. It’s handy and at the same time, mortifying.
I remember when I was 18 (Australians can go out and drink legally from 18), I needed some more money out of the ATM to buy more drinks. I slotted my licence instead of my keycard. The security guard was behind me and had a good chuckle, especially with me swearing at the ATM like crazy.
It might not sound that bad, but trust me, it was.
There is a recent one. Last week I had a meeting somewhere I had never been before. I didn't realise my GPS was on 'walk' and I couldn't understand the weird directions I kept getting. I parked, walked around and as time marched on and I was getting nowhere, I realised I would be late.
I called to warn them and she informed me—after describing where I was—that I had about a 10 minute walk ahead of me. That would have sucked (since I was already late), so I went back to my car and drove, struggled to find a park and had to park half a block away. As I was rushing along the pavement, I tripped and stubbed my toe on an uneven paver and almost hit a brick wall with my face. Chest heaving, I smoothed down my business dress and hoped my toe wouldn't bleed everywhere.
And yes, if you are wondering...people did see.
Next week is 'A confession.'