This is that moment

So my husband and I went to the local bar yesterday, ostensibly to hang out with friends, but clearly to get our drink on. I had been DD on St. Patty's day, so my husband volunteered for the job last night.

5 mai- tai's later, I'm puking out of my passenger window, I've lost my glasses, and when I wake up the following "morning' (it is well past noon, but to me it is morning) I'm shaking and retching.

This is that moment, when my 27 year old self looks at my life and goes, "No. This is not it anymore."

Drinking has gotten old. I'm not 23 anymore, the drinking until you pass out game isn't fun or interesting anymore. And more often than not, it has gotten me into trouble.

I always wanted to believe that I controlled my drinking, but it is clear that after a night like last night, I'm not.

But I will be now. This is that moment when I stop boozing like a 23 year old and start making mature decisions, not ones driven by the peer pressure to drink.