NYEBoy and I went on a double date last night. We've done this before. Usually K would babysit A while we went or on my brother's case, we just came home after our main date. Last night we went bowling for a few hours with NYEBoy's friend and his girlfriend. We had a blast. I'm not going to lie. I haven't been on a double date in a long time. Usually if we go on a date with any of my friends, NYEBoy acts like a stick in the mud and I usually feel bad for having fun. But, since there was another person there 'on his level' (IE: Not me. Ha.) he losened up and talked about geek stuff with the other guy, while his girlfriend and I talked about other things.
After we left, they invited us back to her house. I got in the car and the first thing I said was "OMG We have no kids to go home too!" That was the last I said of it because I didn't want it to ruin the night. Instead I drank my greif away. On sips of wine. After large amounts of beer.
We finally made it home around 4 am. I woke up a little before 10 and the room was still moving so I took my blanket and pillow and headed to the couch where I laid after I took three Advil and drank a Sprite. I sent my girlfriend a text telling her I was hungover from hell and doubted I would be able to make our plans to go to the beach today, and crashed again.
I woke up to her texting me. Apparently my text never went through. Of course not. Thats how my life rolls. This is the second weekend in a row I've made plans with her and canceled. Last weekend my depression kept me up all night and I couldn't sleep. This weekend I tried to have fun and got too drunk. One of these days I'll get it right.