Drinking...

Drinking rarely solves anything. Yesterday, I was eased into two large glasses of wine which got me quite the intoxicating buzz. From there I agreed to go out for Mexican, where I helped drink down a small pitcher of margaritas.
When I got back to the house drunk and being silly... I knew I had made a mistake going out. I lost an entire evening that I could have been working on my writing. I had two photos which needed to be edited and sent to a client which did not get done.
Waking up this morning at 5am I was not hung over, because I still felt drunk. Along with that feeling I had great disappointment in myself. Why did I go and do that? I realize it is just one night, and sure we need to cut loose. But, when all I do is regret it and reflect on what I would have rather been doing...and I would not be feeling sluggish today.
That is not who I am - I don't enjoy going out and being drunk. While the friend who I was with and I did have fun, and it was nice to go out for Mexican, I really should have done what I always do. Take the stairs, go to my room, buckle down and work.